The Burning

Oh my, how it burns
As if it's on fire
It doesn't happen often
Maybe once every hour

Kept alive by the memories
Bound with desire
Resurrection of innocence
Control hath the power

Flowing fountains of nostalgia
Secrets now become unlocked
The burning still lingers
Only now, it's not fought

A passage I once remembered
For years it was sought
It lay now where it's needed
To this time I've been brought

Respect, it's what was given
In return, I had also earned
No longer do I wait for the answers
I steal them now from the burn