Fire and Ice

On winters morn the cold frost bites,
Tis' not fair,
what is right?
Passion's flame doth burn bright,
among the ice all in spite.

Surviving life's icy grip,
we run and jump,
yet all fall into the cold depths of the pit.

Yet when you seem all alone,
trapped in the dark,
cold to the bone.
That wonderful flame ignites there,
a guiding light from the despair.

Yet I must warn you,
it doth burn,
life hurts either way you turn.

Fire and ice on your mind,
journey into your soul,
no telling what you might find.

These are the days of fire and ice.....

-=databat=-