Flame Still Burns

All wounds will fade, the wise will always say, Every fire slowly burns away. The wind may rise and scatter ash through night, But still we guard the spark of gentle light. When nights are long, the flames burn soft and low, Saving strength for when the cold winds blow. Quiet hearts keep embers safe from harm, Their glow a shield against the dark. Not all is lost, the flame still shines, The fire beats like a pulse inside. Colors remain, the night won’t win, I feel the warmth beneath my skin. Not all is gone, the spark’s alive, The fire keeps my hope and drive. But some will come and make the fire fly, Send the embers blazing to the sky. Restless souls ignite the stars above, Their burning flame a song of love. Not all is lost, the flame still shines, The fire beats like a pulse inside. Colors remain, the night won’t win, I feel the warmth beneath my skin. Not all is gone, the spark’s alive, The fire keeps my hope and drive.