I fall from grace,
unholy night,
taken the life,
and gone towards unknown fate..
Shine through the dark,
I hope this candle will do,
be my guide through the night,
help me to get through.
I call out for help,
and I found you,
strike the matches to get you started,
and my dreams and ponderings become true.
My savior so bold,
rescue me from mind's concious,
help me to see outside this black mass...
There must be something brighter?
Have I come to the end,
at last?
Caught at these crossroads,
don't know where to turn,
I hope you will guide me,
so we can cure all my burns.
Together we'll find way,
out of this forest so cold,
darkness threatens our eyes,
blinds me from the path..
I protect my one candle,
only light,
that I have.
I guard you with my life,
but your glass stick,
shows only reflections that sewn,
by twisted light, only mirror my soul,
you be the same...
If you help my troubles...
Can you cure your own?
