THE FIRE WOULDN'T DIE ( Americana Blues Ballad)

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I met her where the blackbirds drank
From a river dark as wine,
She wore a Sagittarius smile
Like the stars had crossed a line.

The dusk got tangled in her hair,
Burnished copper in the glow,
And every lantern down the road
Seemed afraid to steal the show.

She said, "Boy, your hands are shaking,"
I said, "Honey, so's the moon,"
She struck a match against my ribs
And taught my darkness how to bloom.

The fire wouldn't die, darling,
Though the rain came down in sheets,
I carried every ember home
Bleeding through my boots and feet.

She laid her cards across my chest,
Read every scar I'd tried to hide,
And somewhere between the flame and smoke

The fire wouldn't die.

She tied me to the kitchen chair
With a glance she never threw,
From those eyes she drew a roadmap
To every road I never knew.

She poured rye upon the silence,
Let the bottle catch the light,
And every ghost that haunted me
Lost a little ground that night.

The table was a borderland,
The doorway was a grave,
And every time she spoke my name
Another sinner got saved.

The fire wouldn't die, darling,
Though the whole world begged it to,
Every spark I tried to bury
Rose like roses through the blue.

She laid her hands upon the wheel,
Turned every wrong road into right,
And somewhere between the wound and kiss

The fire wouldn't die.

The poets would've called her fate,
The sailors would've called her shore,
I only knew her copper flame
Made me want a little more.

Her shadow danced through memory,
Through wreckage, dust, and doubt,
And every time I thought I was lost
She found another way out.

She said, "Gemini, stop drifting,
The sky's grown tired of the chase,"
Then she lit some smoke,
And heaven borrowed her face.

There were nights I slept beside the ache,
Fed wolves beneath my skin,
Watched every bridge behind me burn
And still refused to give in.

Cause love ain't found in easy roads,
Or saints who never bleed,
It's found inside the furnace
Where desire marries need.

It's found where air feeds fire,
Where fire learns how to fly,
Where two stubborn hearts keep dancing
Long after reason says goodbye.

So here's to every broken thing
That somehow still survives,
To every heart that learns the cost
Of keeping hope alive.

And here's to her—the wildfire girl
Who never learned retreat,
Who taught a stubborn man like me
That surrender ain't defeat.

The fire wouldn't die, darling,
Though the ashes filled the sky,
I carried you through every storm,
You carried me through mine.

Now every room's a chapel,
Every shadow holds a light,

And somewhere between your heart and mine

The fire...

Wouldn't die.

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THE FIRE WOULDN'T DIE ( Americana Blues Ballad) I met her where the blackbirds drank From a river dark as wine, She wore a Sagittarius smile Like the stars had crossed a line. The dusk got tangled in her hair, Burnished copper in the glow, And every lantern down the road Seemed afraid to steal the show. She said, "Boy, your hands are shaking," I said, "Honey, so's the moon," She struck a match against my ribs And taught my darkness how to bloom. The fire wouldn't die, darling, Though the rain came down in sheets, I carried every ember home Bleeding through my boots and feet. She laid her cards across my chest, Read every scar I'd tried to hide, And somewhere between the flame and smoke The fire wouldn't die. She tied me to the kitchen chair With a glance she never threw, From those eyes she drew a roadmap To every road I never knew. She poured rye upon the silence, Let the bottle catch the light, And every ghost that haunted me Lost a little ground that night. The table was a borderland, The doorway was a grave, And every time she spoke my name Another sinner got saved. The fire wouldn't die, darling, Though the whole world begged it to, Every spark I tried to bury Rose like roses through the blue. She laid her hands upon the wheel, Turned every wrong road into right, And somewhere between the wound and kiss The fire wouldn't die. The poets would've called her fate, The sailors would've called her shore, I only knew her copper flame Made me want a little more. Her shadow danced through memory, Through wreckage, dust, and doubt, And every time I thought I was lost She found another way out. She said, "Gemini, stop drifting, The sky's grown tired of the chase," Then she lit some smoke, And heaven borrowed her face. There were nights I slept beside the ache, Fed wolves beneath my skin, Watched every bridge behind me burn And still refused to give in. Cause love ain't found in easy roads, Or saints who never bleed, It's found inside the furnace Where desire marries need. It's found where air feeds fire, Where fire learns how to fly, Where two stubborn hearts keep dancing Long after reason says goodbye. So here's to every broken thing That somehow still survives, To every heart that learns the cost Of keeping hope alive. And here's to her—the wildfire girl Who never learned retreat, Who taught a stubborn man like me That surrender ain't defeat. The fire wouldn't die, darling, Though the ashes filled the sky, I carried you through every storm, You carried me through mine. Now every room's a chapel, Every shadow holds a light, And somewhere between your heart and mine The fire... Wouldn't die.

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