Like smoke she marks the passage, from fire into flame.
Like smoke she charts the damage, as madness waxes sane.
Like smoke she asks the questions, from darkness into light.
Like smoke she draws attention, as daybreak turns to night.
Cloaked in mystery, bathed in rage, tempered by terror, tested by pain.
I trust her yet she trusts not herself.
I know her yet she knows not herself.
We stand back and back....
and through her smoke, we are fire.