The Flame

When you're no longer treated so godly
 As the heat is leaving your body
 Oh so cold
 Like the glow of lunar eclipses
 Goes the love in your hugs and your kisses
 A drought I could do without
 The flame is burning out
 As the trees are losing their leaves
 A religion that no one believes
 A bleak antique
 All the tales that no one remembers
 And a year without a December
 Delete
 Incomplete
 The flame is burning out
 As the rain
 It comes, it goes and all that we know
 Is pouring down
 But there always is a spark
 Even in the blackest dark
 The flame is burning out
 As the rain
 It comes, it goes and all that we know
 Is pouring down
 As the flame
 Like a story with no happy ending
 Or a play where no one's pretending
 The transgressions that no one's forgiving
 And a life that no one is living
 But there always is a spark
 Even in the blackest, blackest dark