Fire Rain

I’ve got this changing habit
Like two lives finding one
A wave of interpretation
Catching glints from the sun
The running needs to stand
And the still needs to run
I’ve got this changing habit
Like a burn through
Primal yell of common sense
Stayed in the cage of
The collective PC police
Then turning to a calm known of soothing rain
Just to flower the growing pains
Because sometimes
Sometimes we are fire
And sometimes
Sometimes we are rain

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