Every night I burn for you
In an alley or hobo bonfire, I arise from the flames to keep you warm.

Every night I follow you to protect you from the things you can not see.
The things you do not know.

For every night with every lighter spark or hobo fire I burn for you.

Too destructive to touch you, I'd not risk causing you harm.
I work in my own way to be close to you.

Every night I paint your picture to gaze on you as my heart cries for you.

Then I turn to ash and follow you by every match strike or hobo fire.

Every bonfire I am there to watch over you.

My warmth will fight the cold off, my light will hold back the dark and I will consume the growth so that greener grass can grow for you.

Every night I paint your picture, then turn to ash when I go to touch you.

So I stick to my fire and flames, I'll fight for you I'll protect you and when the sun rises I am extinguished until you need me again.

When they find my home they'll find a painting of you and a pile of ash, you'll know I was here and you'll be sad you missed me because you remember the last time I kissed you.

Daughter of mine, I was not around then, so I must be around now in my own way.