The Core

Every morning when I wake, a feeling soon begins to overtake me.

Ringing in my ears resounds through my brain; it finally surrounds me.

There is fire, there is life, there is passion, fever and fury.

There is love and there is hate, there is longing, anger and worry.

Oh, I am a flame; feel it touch my heart.

And down at my core is the hottest part.

I can run without fear.

If it should become too cold, I know I can endure the frostbite.

Oh, a blanket then I'll wrap around me; I keep myself so close to my sight.

No one then can cause me harm, just as the river runs into the sea.

'Cause every day, a fire alarm is deafening the silence all around me.

It is burning.