Through It All.

There I was, having a nose buried in the depths of my wardrobe with the strains of Hillsongs punctuating my otherwise mundane task. Notwithstanding the prosaic element at hand, spasmodic interruption came in the form of a musical measure - Fire by Sophie Zelmani - an incidental imprint.

You don't know of the strings you're pulling
They've been hanging loose on me
I go crazy when I feel them moving
Cause' it reminds me I don't let you be free

I'll go through a fire for this
I'll go all the way and hope there's a loophole we've missed.

My name can't live up to this matter
So don't say it if you don't want what it will bring
And if you are scared of this dirty weather
I think you should rush off for your thing

I'll be in the fire for you
My senses don't work so well when I'm hurt
But I've said I love you

I'll be in the fire for you
I'll wait in the fire
And I will hope I'm still there when you're through

Fire - Sophie Zelmani