Alone I Stand In Fires

In awkward times at awkward places ...
 Rogues in glitter robes, with fierce grimaces
 Sneak around me glowering.
 I should be running away
 But I keep standing here in fires.
 Sinister choirs of whip-lashing demons
 With circling vultures in a dreadful allegiance.
 Singing out of tune in empty words and empty phrases
 Heard it all before from a familiar face.
 And every tone cuts deep as rain in april
 Every chord they form tears open the wounds
 But today will be my day
 When I stand up and be brave
 Today it is me and my ire
 Today I stand alone in fires.
 Was my heart one of a sparrow?
 Caged in the prospects of disbeliefer's eyes
 Was I lurking in my own shadow?
 For a minute free of compromise.
 So many years have passed inside the mussel
 So many have defiled my realm
 So many foreign tongues and unknown words
 So many blether and blether and blether...
 Awoke. From sorrow sleep.
 And every tone cuts deep as rain in april
 And every chord they form tears open the wounds
 But today will be my day
 When I stand up and be brave
 Today it is me and my ire
 Today I stand alone in fires.