Waxen ears all these years
I like to look at questioning eyes

because it's so resembling mine

when there's nothing is explained

I can find confidence and strength

amidst the mist in mystic waves

She'll handle that before too late

life is a candle stick with fire

and wax is spilling on the attire

You feel the weight of passed years

I beg please loose your weary chest

evaporate the wax with passion

the drastic rust turn into glossion