“I yearn for comfort.”
There are a lot of songs with fire as the theme; and, indeed, with the word “fire” in the title or the chorus itself.
Here is my pick:
It’s about continuing to walk into the fire, again and again, and a little at a time. It’s about doing this until I am immune from the heat of it.
Mother, teach me, to walk again
Milk and honey, so intoxicating
And into the fire
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the fire I yearn for comfort
Open the doors that lead on, in to Eden
Don’t want, no cheap disguise
I follow the signs, marked back to the beginning
No more compromise
Free the water that carries me to the sea
You I see as my security
I will stare into the sun
until its light doesn’t blind me
I will walk into the fire until its heat doesn’t burn me
And I will feed the fire
This is one of her earlier works. It has power. It has punch. It is a force to be reckoned with.
The guitar solos are attention-grabbing. It showed me Sarah McLachlan and the talent she possessed.
I love how she places together fire and the sea. The idea of those two different, yet, clearly powerful elements made me stand up and pay attention to her message here.
I stare at the flames of a fire, in a fireplace or outside, and I watch the bright flames flickering.
Their dark background always made them stand out to me, me and my fading eyesight, and I couldn’t believe something so sharp, its brightness in contrast to the darkness around it. It seemed unnatural, unreal to me, like something supernatural that I’d see in my mind or in a dream of some sort.
I’d imagine reaching out for it, passing my hand through it, passed the pain that would cause, to the other side of something. The smells of smoke, the crackling sound, the heat it’s emitting were all the senses I could trust (in it and in myself), but there was something more to it.
I don’t have to walk through actual fire to grow stronger. All the fires of life test me and my strength for coming out again on the opposite side of it all.
Then I hear of wildfires burning, out of control out west, and the smoke hanging heavy in the air, and I can’t imagine. All I think then is back to that image of the unnatural looking flames, against the dark background of nothingness.