there out upon a windowsill
sat her crumbling thoughts
a table full of shortcomings
her hair all full of knots
the tears had fallen to the boards
and sunken in the wood
dissolving any hopefulness
that was under where she stood
out upon the yonder fields
she stared as if to see
a sign of what was to come
a burden to set free
but soon she knows will come a time
where there a flame will rise
join the fires burning strong
to go and light the sky
three fires side by side