You wade through waves,

like you invade my ways.

You dive through the bubbles,

like you burst mine with your hopeless troubles.

We walk through fire,

And find my heart is on fire

with passion.

then 'on fire' is not the correct term.

Conflagaration.

Correction.

My heart's on 

conflagaration.

We walk through fire and wade through waves,

We go under water carrying great fire.

If I may not say it loud,

May I whisper?

"Aren't we special?

Aren't we the chosen?"

Aren't we the broken?

Aren't we the hopeless?

Aren't we the cornered?

Aren't we the blind?

When our way is so clear,

crystal liquid clear,

we wade through salty waves

and carry on burning with fire.

Malsha Walgamage©

01/16/2012