Flame, igniting the dark of an empty mind.
Our guidance, our freedom..
But once the flame dies,
The smoldering ashes of what once lit the shadows clouds our mind,
...
A man stands,
Alone, on the avenue,
He's beggin' you to look inside yourself,
For the prize he'll get,
...
It just...It lets me know I'm still looking for something.
That, there's something,
That will make me feel so much better and fill it,
You have,
...
The Flame
Flame, igniting the dark of an empty mind.
Our guidance, our freedom..
But once the flame dies,
The smoldering ashes of what once lit the shadows clouds our mind,
Pure fear provoking blind swings at our own evil.
Here we stand interrogating ourselves,
For answers that stand a grain from reach,
The mess we leave egregious,
And what we make of ourselves, a nightmare.
collin...if this is my nephew, this is aunt kristi, i am desperatley searching for you.....you are so loved and so missed...your mom NEEDs you, she is dying without you, and you need to know the truth collin.....we are searching for you always and we love you so much