The fire rises the timber burns creating power of light and heat Energy flowing in colours so that we know it's real and complete Feed the fire for eternity and lose the magic of the source a spark that now roars in the wind my heart so sweet Caught like a moth to the flame nothing else matters accept the consequences of want and hope as the defeat Such power had the flame it killed it's self for such energy you cannot sustain and all that is left are ashes which is the truth and never again a light shined to compare to meet.