That can ignite your heart’s desire.
It still burns, deep inside a river of tears,
And it just wants to be wildfire!
You tried to hide it under a bushel one day.
You even tossed it out to sea.
But, it was born when you were born. It ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Maybe it’s time to let it be!
Go on and fan that glowing ember!
And wear that wildfire like a crown.
It ain’t goin’ nowhere! It’ll always be there!
Let it burn free, or let it burn you down!
Donna Z. Falcone 2015
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Please read about the birth of this song: Creativity and the Evolution of a Song (or, Nasty Girl Meets Patchouli Babe).