“Because we do still have fire inside us, even if we’ve been burning for a long time. Even if we feel, sometimes, that we’re only old coals now, slowly losing color and heat. It’s not over yet. There is more yet to burn before we’re done here.” Oh yes, dear friend.
Dear ink stained wretch. Keep writing.
I’m always here listening, and you always light up my sky. And…..
“What I'm tryin' to say isn't really new
It's just the things that happen to me
When I'm reminded of you”
“Because we do still have fire inside us, even if we’ve been burning for a long time. Even if we feel, sometimes, that we’re only old coals now, slowly losing color and heat. It’s not over yet. There is more yet to burn before we’re done here.” Oh yes, dear friend.