La Boca Del Volcán

Some call it faith
Others call it necessity
Many have already found it
Others have only heard of it

It appears unintentionally
Or it's a needle in a haystack
Sometimes it passes like a train
And other times it stays for eternity

If it comes in the form of a scam
The flower turns into a dagger
Others only find it
After a storm

Some see the reason
That makes this world go round
Others call it a lie
If it didn't sit well with them

Some miss it
And long to start over
Many have already been burned
In the mouth of the volcano