It's beautiful.
Are you sure
That it's still you?

Let me alone,
But not alone alone.
You know how I mean.

A spark. A flame.
The crackling of fire on wood, whispering your name.
The fire inside me calling out.
Leaving no room for any doubt.
I am sure of what I want.

I want the world to remember me.
I want to live on in people's memory.
This makes me happy.
My heart was set aflame.
This isn't just a hobby.

If you sense my fire about to die out,
Would you grab a candle
To help keep my light?
At least, for another night.
I may be bound to a life of darkness, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

When you're lost
and needing direction,
turn to this, as you would,
and know
you will be found

When you're freezing
and have no warmth to give,
turn to this, as you may need,
and know
Spring is on its way

When you're blind
and have forgotten how to feel,
turn to this, as it may come,
and know
that you're still beautiful

When you've given
all that you may possibly give,
turn to this, as it may seem,
and know
that you are truly enough