Outside on the porch at two a.m., family in bed
I am writing instead
Nothing to say to my chagrin, losing my sleep for
the story that burns within
My soul is red hot, my mind a blaze
still I can't erase the haze
This fog can't last forever, soon it shall end
Then I'll share the story that burns within.
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