there'll probably be a day soon
when i look back and say
the furnace wasn't even that hot
i would do it all again for you, with u
but today, right now
i confess i feel the heat rising
tears with it, welling up in my heart
i feel the fiery touch burning within
purified, genuine, without a smell of smoke
i will hold my Goldsmith's hand
i will see You
my eyes in Yours
