I feel like a candle burning low,
My heart it melts away.
"Please don't leave me here alone!"
I weep and beg and pray.
A guiltless lamb descends on me,
His wool it feeds the flames.
I watch him burn away for me,
But from the ashes came,
A lion fierce and powerful,
Who ate up all my blame,
And carried me to paradise,
To ever praise his mighty name.

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All I had, I gave

 My chin presses wearily into my chest, The weight of my head to heavy to hold. The sword in my hand slides slowly to rest, Against my limp ...