The warm light is gone
the spark is dim
now the flame is out of sight
extingushed by the cold wind
The waters cool touch
breaths in me new life
the pain is to much
to last the withstand the torment and strife
The room is dim
the candle burns bright
echoes of the sin
ring out through the night.
Slowly the cloud parts
wages from the long cruel war
moan within the heart.
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