Of the fire that burns within, they can never speak
As it moves and wanes, their stillness disappears
The fire sets ablaze the lives of the meek
Who worship the god of veneers

It springs from the depths of an eternal sea
To thaw the coldness of hearts
But the source of its warmth the meek shall never see,
Until their desire to belong falls apart

It burns and beckons towards a northern star
A place we can call our home
But the light remains too afar
For the meek to leave their abiding dome

As they walk among the filth
And enchant the mundane
They say what lies in silk
Is that which we ordain

So to the call of the burning fire
Why must they heed
When all they see is their heart’s desire
To keep warm in times of need

Despite the fire that burns within,
Their hearts remain cold
For all that lies therein
Is to be and do as they are told