The Flame

It's so small,
And yet it burns so bright.
It's flames not as tall,
As the shadows that curse the night.
And yet it scares them away,
Where ever it goes.
As bright as day,
And warms the ice from my nose.

Little fire,
Burn bright for me,
As I go through the times
of the innocent and the liar.
Show me the way,
Help me when it is dark to see.
Little Fire,
Burn bright for me,
As the hours of the night rise higher.
Little Fire,
Help me to see,
Not to sell my soul to any buyer.

It's so small,
And yet it burns so bright.
It's flames not as tall,
As the shadows that curse the night.
And yet it scares them away,
Where ever it goes.
As bright as day,
And warms my nose.
Little Fire,
Burn bright for me,
Turn into the flame,
That brings the light it takes to see,
The true worth of my name.
♠ ♠ ♠
Whilst today was soooooooo cold, I decided to write a nice little poem (as you do) and here it is, for all you to see :D