Lost

The spark of a thousand fires/

Burning with the passion equal to the dark of night/

Buried in battle amid flaming pyres/

Are traditions lost in the invading light/

Candles of past teachings slowly fade/

Losing their fervor with the passing days/

With the coming down of a new era/

Morality has changed to a darker plethora/

God dictates with eternal mandate/

Yet few answer His calling/

Men have lost themselves in sin/

And women hide behind their material awnings/

All is gone; to never be found/

Furious is the night for being robbed of heaven's light/

Much to the Devil's delight/

The men remain unaware of thei plight/

Lost indeed is heaven's light, replaced by the mean glows of evil disgrace/

The spark of a thousand fires/

Burning with the passion equal to the dark of night/

Strayed off is the path of man/

And God willing we may never find it back again/

Kill the passion and douse the flames/

Seek only what divine light ordains/

Return to the light and lose yourself never again/