A New Flame
Dark threatening silence. A whirlwind of thoughts at midnight.
The air is cold, and the light of the lantern has died.
A flame in my heart keeps on glowing like never before,
I feel it so slowly burning me down to the core.
I'm trying to fuel up this flame with some strawberry wine,
I'm drinking and dreaming of something that has to be mine,
I'm all made of stone, and this fire is carving my face,
It makes me feel safe anytime and in any new place.
My heart is a pearl in a shell, it's not easy to break,
Not easy to open, discover or suddenly wake,
But since there is someone who's done all this magic to it,
It's out of tune, but sweet harmony feels in each beat.
I hope that a wonder will turn this gray autumn to spring,
The voice deep inside me will get inspiration to sing,
The colors of passion will paint this new world in my head...
But can it be real? There's an answer I might never get.
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