| When I look back on the friends I’ve made
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| And think how few of them remain
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| I would not be ashamed to say
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| I’m lucky I became
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| A candle for the flame
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| Looking back at the money I made
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| There are those who say I threw it all away
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| Gone to family and friends
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| But I would do it again
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| 'Cause it helped me to remain
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| A candle for the flame
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| It shone so bright
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| On my darkest night
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| I never felt myself alone
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| And I always believed
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| That it shined just for me
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| A light I’d always known
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| Would guide my way back home
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| I have tasted the wine of regret
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| I have wasted the secrets I kept
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| But I would not be afraid to say
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| I’m lucky I remained
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| A candle to the flame
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| No, I would not be ashamed to say
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| I’m lucky I became
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| A candle for the flame |