Remember the small ember drifting through the cold starry void. Alone it goes to an enigma. Call him yer own.
What makes the past never come forth?
Can there be some worth?
The spark starts shifting and with it, a tint of grey trys to smother another's dream. The freezing air hugs my flame and wants to blow it out with one swift breath. Raise a glass to all the lonely wishers. For their hearts land in an abyss in which they can't creep out of. But they hold on, for there's an ember burning.