Burning Barrel

I've risen from the ashes too many times.
Buring me from the glow in sight.
Lower than the burning barrel, is the flickering flame.
The pit of endless shame.
Burning bridges, not yet wasting my time.
My eyes blinded from the sufficating light.
Douce the waters and hope wash over me.
Faithless never ment painless and emphathy.
Where'd the fire go in my doubt?
It's all over and burnt out.