Wisp

I understand the wind and the grass I can feel them calling to me They tell me of days coming to pass And of a soul I wish to be free I see a flame that seems to be dying A tiny purple flame which burns strong Tears of light, I feel if crying It seems smart...but could it be wrong? With nothing but a heart and a torch I fight to give you my all But the flame is too afraid to scorch And rejects my desperate call I sit now by the fire, holding its gentle warmth So since forever, and forever forth