it is but regret

I've never been afraid of getting burnt

For I have always known

Seeking the flames

Would only burn it

Yet my poor heart shall own it

For it only has one fear

Being burnt, Hurt ain't it

It is but regret

that we shall all fear

The regret of not living dear

Not holding what we find dear

Listen to what we fear

Like a moth I fly free

And like a moth I too shall seek

The burning flames

For it burns bright you see

My raging heart shall seek

What reflects on its seas

Of blood and tears

Well hidden

Under its armor of skin and bone

And my heart Shall own

The scars it carries alone

Even if it wonders without a home

The truth it will own

Since my heart has a mind of its own