Underneath a whisper of darkness, lies a candle burning
Fear and suspicion caress the flame
Invisible hands of time lay at rest and waiting
Softly murmuring in words of ink
Across the page

The sound of scars echo in the whisper of darkness
Breathing in the essence of the flame
While time rolls words in the crystal ink of pain
Upon the pages of the heart
That still remains

Experience fades to colors that whisper in the darkness
Softly playing with edges of the flame
As time slowly spreads the ink across the pages
Of an existence eagerly awaiting
To live again

Underneath a whisper of darkness, lies a candle waiting
Within a heart held prisoner by a mind
Caressed by the scars of fear and suspicion
So deeply engraved by invisible
Hands of time