My tireless candles grow shorter still and yet they burn
Waiting for a gaze from skies so blue
Every joy of life slowly comes in a form which turns
From tears into heartfelt lighted views

Dreaming within a ring of doubts, yet thinking not
I sleep at last while my candles burn
The faintest flush begins blooming flaming hot
For the joy of life for which I yearn

In a land blotted out of the things time is haunting
My tireless candles burn ceaselessly
While every joy of life comes in the gaze
They are awaiting
I still dream as they flicker next to me

My tireless candles grow shorter still, from my dreams I wake
To hear my name braising within their flame
Every joy of life for which I yearn
I awake to take
Outside the ring of doubts
That called my name