A dim light
A cold sun
An extinguished ignite
People alive are lesser than one

Suddenly from our windows
That we were watching wasn't a lie
The ray tried
To burn pain
Then hope found his way
And we awaited the gift
But the box was vain

Hazy stories stuck away
Feed us life, feed back the ray
Opening the box we knew the untold
Life was never meant to be closed

An unstable candle
Between life and dying
Between death and living
Between the ray and the window
The nonexistent warmth
Is the truly faith
An unstable candle
Waiting to be bloat..
Before hope is gone
With its wraith