My will is gone but not forgotten
Like a runaway train, I am off the tracks and out of control
My soul is homeless; living on the streets searching for new meaning

Each sunrise deteriorates the spirit

Under the stars, the night protects this fragile pawn naked to a world controlled by neglect and tortured by hatred

Ignite a flame
Rekindle the light that awakened fondness
Remember the hugs
Remember the smiles
Remember the late night talks and always a clear conscious when your head hits the pillow

The flame burns not for today but yesterday
It cannot return to the restfulness it once knew but be comforted by the thoughts represented by this light