Light and Flame

Fires of pain engulfing the flow of things that were once as white as snow.

And the the rain that ran down our walls suddenly stops to fall.

We look around,

Waiting for something better then death.

As the fires of guilt and sin climb our crumbling towers of pride

The showers of rain that once fell from the sky,

They are not to come anymore since we've fallen away from the heights.

We're falling down to the ground,

Hard and unforgiving.

And we start to wonder why this life's worth living.

And as we look up from the ground where we fell,

We see a light shining in a distant land,

We find a sense of longer as our plans are all but gone.

The things we've done,

The sights we've seen,

They're not enough anymore.

All our hearts are broken and they long to sore.

And as the pain of the night slowly drifts away,

We open our eyes,

Hoping to see the light of day.

But broken, we see only dark.

And in our hearts we wish for better things.

Will we dare to believe there's a way then the stinging loss of pain?

We look behind as our walls start to fall,

Crashing down in the wake of a darkening rage.

The halls of fire are coming bright in the sky,

And all the things we thought we had are taken from our sight.

What is left but our thoughts drifting out of time?

All the things we thought were true are not but a lie.

We look ahead and see the light that we all so dread.

We still are holding on to our darkest nights we never should have had.

The light gets closer as are hearts become so cold,

Wishing for a savior in this dark and messed up world.

Then through the light we see His sword in his hand.

He rushes past to fight our enemy with his light in his hands.

We look on amazed by his strength and his light,

Will we not also stand and fight?

And as the pain of the night slowly drifts away,

We open our eyes,

Hoping to see the light of day.

But broken, we still see only pain.

And in our hearts we wish for better things.

Will we dare to believe there's a better way then struggling with the flame?

So we hope and pray,

Not knowing where we are in the dark.

We feel the touch of someone healing our broken hearts,

Can we let go of being friends with the dark?

And as the pain of the night slowly drifts away,

We open our eyes,

Hoping to see the light of day.

And though broken,

We see the light of the world licking up the flame.

And the rain, he lets it fall again.

Will we dare to stay on this path we laid?

Or will we go back to being friends with the dark...