***** the light of a hundred gone,
No warning, no mercy, no regard.
The candle of our lives flicker and die,
the wind of time consuming us.
In the dark a spark flies from the candle fuse,
your hand sparks the candle into flame.
Once again the fire burns, but white not gold,
flames of our salvation from endless night.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
***** the light of a hundred gone,
No warning, no mercy, no regard.
The candle of our lives flicker and die,
the wind of time consuming us.
In the dark a spark flies from the candle fuse,
your hand sparks the candle into flame.
Once again the fire burns, but white not gold,
flames of our salvation from endless night.
