Hostage

Can I burn away your fears?

To make firelight in the darkness of your night

And let the glowing cinders in the wind guide you back

To where you first grew your fruits of doubt on the only tree you watered 

I’ll hand you the axe to make splinters of the branches that kept you hostage 

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