Burn

Fire burning…

A flame on a wick.

Fire burning…

Dreams are wax on a candlestick.

 

I can see the candle burning shadows on the wall.

And in those somber shadows I can see what is to come.

Now I can’t see me burning. But I can’t see me fly.

No I can’t picture myself, soaring in the sky.

I pray God will have mercy upon my bitter soul.

However if he doesn’t then I just won’t grow old.

 

Now I can feel the fire burning in my brain.

And I can see the lightning striking me insane.

It does not matter, there is nothing you can do.

There is no free will, it’s predetermined for you.

There’s nowhere to turn, stone doesn’t burn.

There’s nowhere to turn, stone doesn’t burn.

 

Fire burning…

Like age on a wick.

 Fire burning…

Melts the wax of a candlestick.

(By Keith J. Mainhart)