Being a victim of fire, flood,
And famine--you came to me
And held me
And told me, \"Keep me.
If possible, stay with me.
Love me.\"
Being a poor warrior of pain,
Struggle, and volcano,
How could I let you go?
How could I let the fire go--
That could burn my struggle!
How could I let the flood go--
That could blow my volcano!
How could I let go of the famine--
That I can feed with my blood,
Flesh, and bones!
That\'s why I didn\'t let you go.
That\'s how we burn together
And melt into one.
That\'s how you became
Blood in my veins.
That\'s how I became
Peace for your soul.