Every time I touch her flame
Hope to be honest and hope to be loved
But I acquire a moments of joy
That distance me from death in cold
And give me a proof of life
Undecided and bright
I am not a grain of sand
Not insane nor innocent
I’m used to be a man
I have to abused myself this way
Every time I touch her flame
Life is cup of blame and shame
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