Burned
From the deepest depths of my soul
I feel the loss of what the devil stole
I gave my gift away too soon
Now the promise of pleasure
Sings a different tune
Who can hold fire and never get burnt?
Who can be taught and never learn?
I'm a fool for desire, like a moth to a flame
I need your intervention
Or I'll end up the same
Why do I return to the place I hate?
Feel the value of my soul deprecate
Supposed to live by faith and run my race
But I trip and fall down on my face
Who can hold fire and not be consumed?
Who can kiss death and not be doomed?
I'm a fool for desire, like a moth to a flame
I need your intervention
Or I'll end up the same
Now I feel so deflated
While you stand there illuminated
You fill my cup for another day
And settle the debt I can never pay