Only sparks are left
Of the flames that once burnt so fiercely
Only ashes remain
And the memories of the days gone by
Only ashes glowing in the dark
Fires left to die out...
Let the rain come wash my face clean
Let the rain poor down wash away this misery
Joyful days, cruel memories
That tear at my skin!
As I think of you
And who you used to be to me...