The Fire Twirlers Don't Have A Soul

With arms wide open I mutter these words,
Under my breathe, they are barely heard,
I mutter these words I mutter these words,
With a misconception of my perception,

Take my words in and I’ll take you
in my arms are open for you to fill,
As long as you lungs are ready to inhale,

The contagiousness of my worlds let me mutter them again,
And again, listen and try not to defend,
With arms wide open I will take you in,

My heart sings out with open arms,
I take you in and sound the alarm,
So all will know you are safe and protected,
In my arms,
In them you know who you are and when you died,
In my heart.

So grasp my hand and I’ll pull you in,
A fire starts deep within,
The heat is rising and rising,
It melts us inside,
Yet to me this isn’t a surprise,

My arms are open; your heart is healed,
Now let’s sing this and burn the field,
With your fiery eyes and joyous heart,
You take me in.

Your heart sings out with open arms,
You take me in and sound the alarm,
So all will know I am safe and protected,
In your arms,
In them I know who I am when I lived,
In your heart.

Now listen here, with arms wide open,
I took you in and healed your wounds,
You were dead in your pool of shame,
Lying and waiting for me to lead you from your dread,

But you have repaid me, and I have died in glory,
And will live on in your heart,
I have done my good deeds,
Now carry it on and do yours,
That way you can live forever in mine.