Fire

And who will have her?

Instead we harm her

And we make fire

And we are fire

And who will have her?

Instead we harm her

And we make fire

And we are higher

Without, she begs, "I want her,

Uphold and sell your stone to the sculptor"

You are not willing

In the night I beg to hide my falter

And you'll not beg to bear my offer to her

You said

I waged a war

What foe, what for