Fear, by word, by definition
Has never been in my term
Being challenged by anyoneNo matter how this could be done
In any way learnt to overcome them
Because to dance with the fire is my art
Maybe never do I get to fight
Maybe ever have I feared of night
Darkness, being grabbed behind
All the ways are clear to find
That is my art of living
All the triumphs on my way
I never stop to say
To dance with the fire is my art
Ripped off the traces of tears
On my face passed all the years
Maybe I am still young
But I have no word left for song
In an open tone, I start to sing
Now it’s high time for the bell to ring
The end is coming forward
But I never look backward
Because
To dance with the fire is my art
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