Candle Without the Flame
My heart held a candle
thought I'd love you til the end,
the flame burned itself out
never to be lit again.
At one time, long ago
I'd walk a thousand miles for you,
but now I don't feel the same
my soul is hurt and blue.
My heart cries rivers
through all this pain,
the flame burned itself out
never to be lit again.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.21/2005
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
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