A storm of blackened smoke obscures your eyes
And yet the flame you carry’s shining bright
The fire eats away at orange skies
But you hold on, to share its guiding light
While others fill their days with little sparks
To gain the quiet lives for which they yearn
You sacrifice your soul to make your mark
While flesh is left behind as fuel to burn
Yet after everything you sacrifice
All mortal efforts kneel to the divine
A chilling wind replaces ash with ice
Even the brightest lights must cease to shine
As fast as it appeared it fades from view
Yet from the embers hope will burn anew