Flame and Ashes

Watch that old fire as it flickers and dies,
That once blessed the household and lit up our lives.
It shone for the friends and the clinking of glasses.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
---
Capture the wild things and bring them in line
And own what was never your right to confine.
The lives and the loves and the songs are what matters.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
---
Do you feel heavy? Your eyes drop with grief.
Your spirit is wild and your suffering is brief.
So never you buckle and bend to the masses.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.

(I did not write this song, credits for writing it are The Longest Johns (band))