Has our flame died to nothing more
than grey ashes from fading coal?
For your love has dwindled down
like a candle that’s been blown out,
turning fiery nights frigid cold.
I dig through dust, sifting in hopes
of finding embers still aglow
but in this wreckage, nothing’s found,
Has our flame died?
It’s hard to breathe in clouds of smoke,
my lungs beg of me to let go
my heart agrees, so it’s time now
that I rise from smoldering ground
for in your silence I have found
our flame has died.