The Flame Of A Spirit

A lighter needs gas to light up,
A true hero needs skill to work out,
A miracle is always told on books,
Every pages turn into darkness,
Even its written history over there,
A story doesn't complete,
If I could plug down all wires,
connect to the other side world,
connect to the future world,
I will ask how is the new generation,
however,
the causes came from somewhere.

Sitting next to you in front of fire,
The heat from us make us warm,
As we hug it turns sweat,
Next scene is untold,
As my cell is ring,
the curse word comes,
Someday,
It might turn great.

You give me your way,
You tell me your though,
I disagree everything,
You only weak my knee down,
The part you look isn't right,
The thing I do is bad,
I just copy from someone,
You say he is right,
I dig it deep inside,
Not to tell you its fake,
You only judge the mask of me.

The wind that cool me down,
Laughing at us,
nothing is heard,
It is sad,
I bend down to darkness,
The power of loneliness,
that burn down a soul of mine,
only one soul is still in me,
It will never be able to take from me.

A blank note that it story was untold,
Not even an answer is given inside,
Only God can make a sentence,
Where it begin on his way,
The ending we feel it our way,
Every pain, tear and hope born for a reason,
A reason which is blank before it written,
As it tear of,
It disappear.