Wanderers - The Receiving End Of Sirens

This little light of mine

I was told to let it shine

But I stood idly by And watched that poor flame die

I kept it from the bushel and brush

And away from the grasp of men

I left that lantern in the light

Where my flame could blend right in I will bear this cross

I will wear these thorns

But I know

All this dark won’t swallow

All the light I hide

But still host

Her I’ll learn to hold

She will grow and grow

And she will shine so bright

«Don't let Satan blow it out.»

The teachers always said

But soon enough he figured out

It wasn’t worth his breath

'Cause this little light of mine

Is losing all its' bright

Not to the dark I hold inside

But to the dark kept from its sight

Below the smoke still burns a fire

A small spark lives 'neath all these ashes

Promise me you’ll blow until I glow red,

bright fiery red

I’ve learned to smolder

All smoke but no flame

Ashes ashes we all fall down

(I long to glow like you

embers, bright halogen embers)

Ashes to ashes we all fall down

This little light of mine

I was told to let it shine

But I stood idly by…