The moth in the fire

My flapping wings, illuminated by the fire
just standing fluttering and charming but dire
I know it's life, I must feel it up close
How could it be dangerous?
Well that's life I suppose...

If I get closer, I will feel it even more
But can I tell the distance
before I am hurt as before?

Can I touch it?
won't I get burned?
Is the cost worth the reward?
Isn't it as I learned?

Inside the fire, I see her eyes
I read the truth of what she felt
Now I know there were no lies.

I see hundreds of hands
stretching to reach me
bruised from thorns
harmed unbelievably

Should I just fly away
and forget what I saw,
live in the cold dark
living as a flaw?

Or is there more in the fire
than I have ever believed?
I could take the chance to see
what miracles life has weaved