This song was written as a letter to a dear friend as a chance of hope and inspiration to them.
There’s a flame in the windows, of your soul
and I hope it won’t consume you,
but in the torchlight tonight,
a mere spark could set it off...
I hope you come around on the brighter side,
I hope you can still shape your name,
Bring me into your context
I want to comprehend,
what goes on, behind closed doors
A vital background to your presence
locked in solitude no more,
Please see that
These are the fibers woven in,
They are stained and frayed, (oh no!)
This is the status, the mess you’ve been entangled in
but not for long...
Blame falls on you, but it doesn’t have to,
just remove yourself, and let it fade
For the sake of your name, don’t ignite this way..