Heart of Ash
There was a part of me that died today
That mustard seed of hope I once planted
That little girl that believed fairy tales come true
That all I had to do was think it and say it out loud
Then wait it out
Yes, I have slipped inside my jacket of pessimism
And curl up to my own understandings
Mellow dramatic, yes indeed
But reality speaks louder than fantasy
And acceptance of something now will not happen
Has snubbed out my fire