i could hear the signs calling out from the bottom of the fire i’m like a torch flickering in the wind as the saying goes lost all my precious, rage ate me up endless forlornness has made me numb i'd rather rise from here, or should i hold on to my past ? they've burnt to ashes, faded to grey returned to the earth, yes it's meant to be uncertain flame of hope i found will you lead me back on the right track ?













