Candle Without The Flame
My heart held a candle
Thought I'd love you til the end,
The flame burned itself out
Never to be lit again.
At one time, long ago
I'd walk a thousand miles for you,
But now I don't feel the same
My soul is hurt and blue.
My heart cries rivers
Through all this pain,
The flame burned itself out
Never to be lit again.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.21/2005
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