Alone I sit in the dark,
Cold, broken, torn apart.
Shackled to a wall of fears,
Tied down by my own tears.
My voice stuck deep in my throat,
I reach to grasps the words that choke,
I look at the oblivion right before me,
Wondering if I will tell my story.
Maybe not today, not even tonight
May I will when I can see the light.
The light of the flame that burns withing,
The one that life wants to extinguish.
The fire that I try to kindle,
With memories, and smiles that dwindle.
I'm afraid that I am alone here in the dark,
A shadow of myself with nowhere to start.
I sit alone, chained in the dark,
Listening to the sound of my beating heart.
I open my hand, and pray for life,
For hope, a new day, a dissapearing plight.
A warmth blossoms in my heart,
A story begins, a new start.
The feeling spreads through my healing body,
I am no shadow, I am not a nobody.
I open my eyes to see a small blue falme,
Dancing in my hand like miniature dame.
Fragile, and small it softly glows,
From it a warmth softly flows.
I look around to see the words written,
My fears, my tears, my own definitions.
I stare at the flame that is my hope,
An struggle, and pull against the rope.
I find no success, and the light flickers,
I find my voice and let out a whimper.
I won't let it die, the flame is alive,
I must fight till the day I die.
I pull at my shackles,
I built them from shame.
I break through my bonds,
Of the tears that I've lost.
I pull away from it all,
I refese to give in,
I refuese to fall.
I stare at the flame,
Tiny and blue,
Let it lead me,
To what, where,