Of Keeping the Fire Down

Now in hand,a choice ahead. Buried in sand. Once blessed, now dead. Wake from my dream so it may seem still I regret And I make sure is? All is gone (To the hate hunting me) Still lost, somehow. To understand I must? I dig with both hands through a promise I kept Deeper I love, more I awake And all that I took was not mine to take All is gone (To the hate hunting me) Still lost, somehow. (to the tears blinding me)