Black Candle - Le­æther Strip

The window is open

You have to face the fear

Reacing out for solitude

It’s no way near

The wind is embracing

The candle flame

From now on your life

Will never be the same

Black as the touch

Of a painful depression

You struggle to get to your destination

Strokes of a white brush

Will be your salvation

The anguish of your heart will disappear

Avoiding reflections of traumatising scars

Your grasping at straws and reaching for the stars

Your heart has been ruptured and it will never heal

To get another heart you’ll have to steal