I knew pain in what it was to yearn.
This yearning that goes beyond desire.
No longer now do I feel this burn.

Growing away from hope comes in turn.
I grew far too close to the heart of the fire.
I knew pain in what it was to yearn.

Oh, this longing I lived to yet spurn;
Where its convolution left me in the mire.
No longer now do I feel this burn.

To heal from it was a matter of concern.
The wounds I was left with were quite dire.
I knew pain in what it was to yearn.

There was a painful lesson to learn.
These scars have left me filled with ire.
No longer now do I feel this burn.

Remembrance leaves the heart taciturn.
T’was my fault for resting it within a burning pyre.
I knew pain in what it was to yearn.
No longer now do I feel this burn.