Sometimes my life seems needless and abusive
I felt like I was parted from myself
No state of joy, no rhymes and no more music
Yet I was in no mood for seeking help.
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I was about to yield to any rival
To shut the door and quit without return
But I believed there could be a revival
Until there is a light, until the candle burns.
No one on Earth could help me and incite me
No one could make me sing and ease my pain
But once the tune was rambling deep inside me
It'll be so hard to try and silence me again.
And I couldn't give the words another meaning
My blood is cold and the wind is stern
I will again begin from the beginning
Until there is a light, until the candle burns.