Quite unfashionably, I think I'll show my hand:
No time to die
The candle slowly burns in the darkness of the night
It flickers, often fades then it returns.
The wind blows through the doorway,
It devastates the hall,
tearing up the building 'til it falls.
It's no time to die,
no time to concede.
No time to open up the wounds
and watch them bleed.
The candle slowly burns to the rhythm of a life
It flickers through your sadness and your strife.
We briefly learn to live.
Oftentimes we cry,
subjected to a multitude lies.
It's no time to die,
no time to concede.
No time to open up the wounds
and watch them bleed.
It's no time to die,
no time to concede.
No time to open up the wounds
and watch them bleed.
It's no time to die.
It's only when you're gone I feel adrift at sea.
You must have been assigned to rescue me.
It's only when the chips are down that colours show.
Before you go........
There's no time to die.
There's no time to concede.
No time to open up the wounds
and watch them bleed.
There's no time to die
There's no time to die.
There's no time to die.
Written by Paul Vasey January 2020