Flames, so beautiful, so bright, the warmth  and lasting light.
I want to be free from darkness of night, the shadows that I am to fight, The flickering flame beckons my calling,
Freeing the light that myself  I am stalling,
The shadows only linger there, my path is chosen shall I dare?
Fire feeds against my sorrow, its flickering flame destroys my horror,
I love the presence of the fire, my feelings light up with pure desire.
I love the flames when they lick the wood, that glimmer of hope of something good,
The fire burning in my eyes, makes me forget memories that I despise.
To fight back with all my strength, to the struggle that knows no length,
I feel weak lost of hope, Surely now I cannot cope,
The morning comes brings new days, the darkness gone just like the blaze.