Rocky Lagou

A Dreamer\'s Wildfire

I’m still waiting for the day

In which every drop of sadness will

Be interwoven into the textiles of eternity.

 

My pillow is no longer a pillow, but a puddle.

It’s a sponge that guzzles my tears,

It’s a pillow with the will to consume.

 

All the while the wisps of wildfires keep whispering:

I’m unworthy, and afraid.

They say my life is in vain.

 

But they lie, oh they lie,

Because what they don’t know,

Is that I am the wildfire.

 

I am a firestorm,

So bright and irresistible,

So untamed.

 

The heat is unashamed,

And unstoppable. The fire burns for peace –

It was born for peace.

 

So not even death, not even hate,

Will have a say over their stay.

For I am a dreamer – I am a freedom-seeker.

 

And all the ones who say otherwise are only feeding the flames.

You don’t need power, prestige, or fame.

Because to fight for peace, you need nothing more than a name.