In warm depths of ancient hearts,
a light that shines today.
The light of love in all of us
should ne’er dim nor blind nor fade.
The light itself can never burn;
it needs the power of fire.
And passion, lies within our love,
is oil to light up
The fire that burns inside your heart,
applying for applies,
is tired of burning up all alone.
‘My oil is gone!’ it cries.
‘No more depths of empty hearts,
I can take no more!
I’d rather die than live with them.
I’d rather die, for
This rainy night will end again
and you will see the day.
It smiles at you, for there’s a man
who can take your grief away.
This one fine day, so clearly bright,
a man knocks on your door.
You’ll open up and he will light
your light forever more.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
In warm depths of ancient hearts,
a light that shines today.
The light of love in all of us
should ne’er dim nor blind nor fade.
The light itself can never burn;
it needs the power of fire.
And passion, lies within our love,
is oil to light up
The fire that burns inside your heart,
applying for applies,
is tired of burning up all alone.
‘My oil is gone!’ it cries.
‘No more depths of empty hearts,
I can take no more!
I’d rather die than live with them.
I’d rather die, for
This rainy night will end again
and you will see the day.
It smiles at you, for there’s a man
who can take your grief away.
This one fine day, so clearly bright,
a man knocks on your door.
You’ll open up and he will light
your light forever more.
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