• The Light

    It burns inside
    The light I hide
    Fighting the dark
    And cold of my heart

    My soul is scorn
    It is deeply burned
    My heart matching,
    Cold, broken, cracking

    This light burns,
    It burns to cleanse,
    To thaw my heart
    And patch my soul

    This light cries
    It cries to heal,
    Like pheonix tears
    Being wept so sweetly...