All the things i want to see
The only flower that you leave
Its beautiful just like the sea

The path that i want to past
Hope and wish it was the last
just like the metal that will rust

All the things that i want to ask
Please tell me what it really was
Before i move and leave the past

so cold to feel the pain
to much is not the same
sleep and hope for the best

look the blue sky is the rest
give a rest to feel the best
take a nap and feel the breeze

I stare into the light,
Of the burning candle bright.
So appealing, yet it hurts my eye.

The burning smell
Of the candle's wick, I breathe in.
Wax drips beneath my eye.

Even in the dark,
I still seek your stunning light.
Burning out but will never forget.