Will you sit beside the roaring fire
and have a drink with me
staring deep in to the flames as they consume
the sacrificial logs that we collected
Would you be the first to speak honest truths
as you open your heart instead of your mouth
all alone with surrounded by trees
and no one else around to hear it
Would you raise your voice in song
as the drink begins to take hold
singing to the light of the full moon and stars
wondering if they shall listen in awe
before giving you a silent ovation
Of course it can only be a dream
possibly never to be a reality
I can't stump up the courage to ask
if you would sit beside a roaring fire
and have a drink with me
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