Saturday, January 1, 2011

Don't Fan The Flames

when there is only light to see by
and all the colors start to blur,
it's no longer light I live by
and all others can rot and burn.

when there is only light to see by
I'll no longer hide in the dark,
though shadow's still my best friend,
he'll only linger on a lark.

when there is only light to see by
and all the world starts to blur,
I'll soon stop seeing colors,
and my eyes will start to burn.

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