It's burning;
so far away.

Glowing sparks, so small;
they're drowning in the dark.

But they will never stop;
they will shine 'till the end.

So my back is against the wall;
the sky seems bleeding on.

White light slipping through,
cracks can't hold it back.

It's burning;
so close to me.

I'm lost in the sky;
the stars are my only hope.
(Although, it will be my death;
their radiance is my home.)