I’m running so far

Running away from the flames.
Sometimes I wonder if I can escape from my fate
to fight the flame inside my heart.
I wish I can do the job of my life and fate
to save the forest from the hunter’s flame.

The moon is rising through the trees.
I’m running out of time
to train to my fullest ability,
to fight it,
to chase it down through the wildness of my soul.

I’ve ran so long I’d forgotten
what the flames have done to me.
The strength and courage to stand my ground.
The knowledge to wound and kill,
it’s not an advantage,
it’s a curse.