To each a candle
Varying in length and life
To light another.
To each a candle
Varying in length and life
To light another.
Oft times there are scars
That hide beneath the surface
Only few can see.
Some days evil wins
Other days, good will triumph
Relish the challenge.
Twenty years spent caged
With the song bird flying free
Oh, the irony.
Sing to me a song
A memory we have lost
At infinite cost.
Trace your every scar
While I’m trying to forget
Which of them I left.
Mad man, a blue box
Strange what sadness this has brought
Such a simple phrase.
Some days I wonder
How many friends will simply
Become memories.
We say we’ll be there
Yet when the hour has been late
You are miles away.
You asked me for mail
So I wrote every week
I kept my promise.