Wanderers

Wanderers - The Receiving End of Sirens

This little light of mine

I was told to let it shine

But I stood idly by

And watched that poor flame die

I kept it from the bushel and brush

Away from the grasp of men

I left that lantern in the light

Where my flame could blend right in

I will bear this 'cross

I will wear these thorns

I will bear this 'cross

I will wear these thorns

But I know

All this dark won't swallow

All the light I hide

But still host

Her learn to hold

She will grow and grow it

She will shine so bright

Don't let satan blow it out

The teachers always said

But soon enough he figured out

It wasn't worth his breathe

'Cuz this little light of mine

Is losing all it's bright

Not to the dark I hold inside

But to the dark kept from it's sight

Below the smoke still burns a fire

A small spark lives 'nearth all these ashes

Promise me you'll blow until I glow

Bear this 'cross

I will wear these thorns

But I know

All this dark won't swallow

All the light I hide

But still host

Her I'll learn to hold

She will grow and grow it

She will shine so bright

I've learned to smolder

All smoke but no flame

Ashes ashes we all fall down

Ashes ashes we all fall down

Ashes ashes we all fall down

But I know

All this dark won't swallow

All the light I hide

But still host

Her I'll learn to hold

She will grow and grow it

She will shine so bright

Ashes to ashes we all fall down

This little light of mine

This little light of mine

I was told to let it shine

I was told to let it shine

But I stood

Idly by