He sparks a fire
That burns through time,
That burns through fear,
He
Sparks a fire that burns through the stars.
Sometimes I wonder if I will miss their light.

People tire,
So oft mistaken by the idea,
So oft hurt by past, that they
Can't see a future for anyone.
Sometimes I question if I will one day hold the same
Tired eyes.

When the fire heats up,
When the flames flicker,
Sometimes I question where his fuel burns from.
But I'd rather feed from his sky,
Then stay in my own stars.