Bury the embers of our once bright flame,

Stomp the dirt so they may never burn again,

Pray for rain so they may never rekindle,

The death our love,

Made to sound so simple,

Forget to mention the warmth that flame provided,

Why choose to remember only how it divided,

We once burnt bright as any star in the sky,

Only to discover, the brightest stars start to die,

So make a wish for every star that you see, for we don’t know who’s love each star may be.