Pain felt, morphs into more love to pass on.
Somewhere in our own personal hells
We learn how to detect when someone else, is in that same fire.
The lava and brimstone of our own anguish,
permits us to become a river
For the ones set ablaze.
are we made to fear Hell?
do we run?
I say to you, come what may
devils, depression, or snakes-in-disguise.
Bring on the fire.
I will have learned how to be.
Pain will teach you to be like water.