Who?

who?

Feeling exposed and naked
bright light shinging down that smile
you faked it
they say if you play with fire your gunna get burned

i been burned up, froze up, abandoned and torn up
the pain don't hurt. i'm just reborn through my ashes
like fresh lite matches against
the rough rouged cardboard of my life
ingulfing my soul and happiness into a raging fire
that dims my heart into pitch black emptiness me a single match
put to burn. no more heat comes from this body.
i no longer dance to my hearts drumming rhythm
i've been strung like and old guitar
my music no longer happy but sad.
from the years it has endured.
i onced played music that brought tears to the eyes
of kings and queens. i with history of impurity
and sin
if i am a match that can no longer light, and a guitar
that can no longer strum.
my heart no longer beats to the rhythm of the drums
i am my own ashes i can never be renewed.
my past has tainted my present and sacrificed my future.
i ask who in this world would recreate me from those ashes?
who would light my match?
and who would strum my guitar?