I’m down past the point of flame
Scared to peruse the grate
Its just ashes.... just powder I know
Remnants of a fire that once burned out of control
And all I’ve got left is a bruised hope
that there’s more than I know
Under the gray(Under the gray)
Buried deep down(Buried deep down)
Under the gray, deep down
Prayerlessness was the thief
he came and stole all my joy
Slothfulness was his method
Before I knew it he had made me poor
And left me to rummage through with my bare hands
It’s a long shot, but something still may be there
Down below the soot and the black, burned out coals
There maybe some embers still left to blow
Here I go...time to dirty up my hands
I need some scars to remind me that the fires still there
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