Mercy, mercy, peace

Beyond burnt, I plead - mercy, mercy, peace. Beyond hurt, I pray - mercy, mercy, ease. With the vivid imagery of fire in mind, It's impossible to forget all the vows that bind -I've promised, I've sacrificed, and more. If there ever was one, I closed my escape door.

The flames were always described as cleansing -the best way to get rid of every dark thing. If one's terrified of reflecting their past, Maybe they shouldn't - it should be the last Time they ever do anything like that And don't hear: "you liar, you filthy rat."

Beyond burnt, I plead - mercy, mercy, peace. The memories in my head keep buzzing like bees, I want to get away from them, to come clean, To accept the past's wha truly has been. As white turns to silver, which then flushes black, I hope the flames will push me back on track.