They called you mad.
I however, understand.

Who but an insane fool could fiddle
As someone else loses their hearth?
Who but a cruel tyrant would watch
As someone's home was burned down to earth?

The fire that laid waste to life
As they had known it for all time,
That too was your doing, they accuse,
That is in fact, the greater crime.

Condemned by history as a fool
I know just how you felt.
There is only so much one can stand
When by fate, blow after blow is dealt.

Across the ages I exist now
Having been taught your story.
Knowing, you must have been trapped beyond release
To have given up your shot at glory.

And so, to you, who knows the same tale
I write this out now, a warning if you will,
Know that the spirit who resides in me
Has never been yours to kill.

I am aware of what I'm setting out to ruin.
This is home to you, I know.
A place where childhood laughter dwells
And where all your dreams safely grow.

But oh to me, this very same house
Is a trap,where into fear, I fall
A prison for my soul to haunt
Alive, but dying within its walls.

And to you, my tormentor, I say,
Though this be home to you,
To escape from this prison of fear
There is nothing I would not do. 

I too would strike match upon match
Until a raging flame was formed.
I simply cannot live in constant fear
Until to dust, I am returned.

I too would fiddle joyous tunes,
Until blood ran down the violin strings
Until I too was burned down to ash
And could fly away on angel wings

Death is not an escape, you mock
Perhaps you will be proven right,
Maybe this soul for which I burn
Has long since given up the fight.

And yet, I will not let you win
For the only way I can ever truly be
Be alive with a heart that beats
Is if I am set free.

And though that heart be set aflame
Burn to ash, beat never more
My soul will live in contented peace
Knowing it is free, forever more.