Breathing fire isn’t tricky
We eat fire from the day we are born,
Taking it in from our first breath
So others think we might be dragons,
Undefeatable except by a lucky lance,
While inside we bide our time
Fearing the pin pick that will deflate us,
We need to believe we are destined for greatness,
Waiting on a train that just hasn’t yet arrived,
As we huff and puff and know we can
Do anything we want,
Faith moves the mountains in us,
Lets us stroll over hot coals
rise into highs we get dizzy from,
Lets us breathe in fire and not incinerate,
Faith must propel us even when hot winds won’t,
The jealous small-minded pin prickers
Too scared to breathe fire themselves
And so insist we don’t either,
Faith that we take deep breaths
And remain un-singed,
Faith in knowing that we are what we believe
And without faith, we don’t breathe at all.
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