A flame for every year
but then we blow them out
A symbol of a life
But an action of our doubt.
Why do we blow them out?

I turned 20 yesterday.
They lit two tiny flames.
One fire for each decade.  
But then I blew them out.
Why did I blow them out?

Perhaps it is a symbol
of years come and gone,
of life that's not lived now.
I want my flame burning on,
why should I blow it out?

A legacy is not established
by only charred remains.
I want to start contagious fires,
burning forever in Your name.
Don't make me blow them out.

I want to leave all three tenses
lit up in glorious flames.
So when I finally meet you,
You'll say "Well done, you left a blaze."