The Flame
my soul was touched and i learned
deep inside this fire burns
i hear her name and it brightens the flame
and this will always be the same
when i have time my memory defines
the things that said she loved me
the little clues that she used
that little thing, the excuse
the why derived of something
i always thought that time would wait
she knew i loved her but it was too late
to love her enough to let her go
suffer for my sake? no lord no
i traded my tears for her pain
i traded years for a wonderful flame
everytime i hear her name
a thought a memory and what i gained
we have something that will always be
a deal with death to her from me
from death i gained eturnity
for now they're just memories
but with my memory i keep my love alive
a burning flame that testifies
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