ADYNATON

Every flame eventually burns out

That same candle wick catch fire again

Before every storm there is always a drought

 

Old albums are always there to think about

Barely there, the slow fading stain

Every flame eventually burns out

 

After a flower dies another will sprout

Loss will in turn turn to gain

Before every storm there is always a drought

 

When the way is lost, look for a new route

A blurred world through the window of this moving train

Every flame eventually burns out

 

When the cup is too full a geyser will spout

Pour the water in until it’s too much to contain

Between every storm there is always a drought

 

There will always be reasons to behave or to doubt

There is always a beginning, an ending to pain

Every flame eventually burns out

Between every storm there is always a drought