“I burned out like a firework- great was the fall!
Great was the blaze and then nothing at all.
How bright was my burning and gladness how glowing…
And now here I lie-dejected, rejected, subjected
To sadness.
How great was the fall!
 
Explosives don’t last; I’m a cold, empty hull.”
Just lie here and listen, just lie when you fall.
No great, blazing glory- believe that He’ll come.
He’ll come provide ember, He’ll come provide flame.
He’ll make you a candle- a small, burning candle-
Some warmth for their pain.
He’ll come provide flame…