Love and joy
thats what they want me to write
but I have not strength or feeling
to write these

I lived with them
but they left me
at a time when
I needed them

I was left with sorrow
sadness, no joy
brings numbness to me
and flows through my viens

Now as warmth comes back
I remember the past
and set my mind
away from everything

For to be burned
is to become callous
and hard as stone
and I wish that not for me

So I let the warmth flow
let the fire grow
ready to be burned again
only for some joy