When shadows linger and everything's gone,
Every memory feels like a thorn;
And the world has fully forgotten your name,
Stolen is the spark, lost is the flame;

When the tender petals drift down,
And all hopes begin to drown;
In a dulcet tone sings the hourglass,
"Time slips and these moments pass."

Then, in silence, dances a glorious night
Where soaring dreams unfold in starlight
And the Flickering soul promises to survive
Every storm keeping the fire alive.