My heart was dark and damp
Rocked by violent storms
The water seeped in through the cracks
My dreams turned to dust
The furnace that once burned bright
Now lay stark and empty
But no heart is too far for my God
He lit a flame of hope in me
My pen strikes the paper
And that same flame ignites
Its embers glowing in every word
Its fragrance rising from every page
If I can pass on this flame
Even if it is to only one person
Then I will have done more
Than I could have dared imagine