Even a hot flame can shiver
when a cool breeze passes,
yet it keeps burning,
keeps burning,
in a silent way.
Steady in the air,
and quiet in the mind,
you keep burning,
keep burning,
in a silent way.
Flickering,
but ever steady,
shining brightly
with inanimate diligence.
Burning,
and burning,
in a silent way.
And the heart hears loudly
what the eyes believe the flame speaks
as it keeps burning
and burning,
in a silent way.
