Holding Lava


It begins by walking without knowing the direction

Volcanoes are rare but do exist

As you climb the mountain your vision becomes clear

You finally see how you truly feel

At the top of the mountain you have a choice

To live in regret for the rest of your days

Or to be burned alive whilst holding what is most dear

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