Agnes Quirante - Old Flame

I want to hug the old flame tight
To burn me bit by bit and lay with ashes
Gray and gay
Merrily watching the old flame soar the evenin’ star
To live like the flame in its younger days.
With pow’r and might
I could ain’t escape.

Old flame is been left in solitude
When rain sue the land to green
Can’t be renew my soul before
Old flame is now anew.

Could not be merrier than the flame before
Made her wishes of ashes and now it’s gone.
If thus the flame wilted in time
I knew it will rekindle back in time.

It must’ old flame is cradled by the wind
The sounds so crazy on new tide
Old flame is just what a new sprout of life
And by its sons, a new strength arise.

Agnes Quirante

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