It was over,

The match had worn thin,

Nothing left to light the spark,

So off I wandered into the dark.

It was fun whilst it lasted,

I must give you that,

But how it all changed,

Over a night, and a day.

It took an almighty plea,

To swear off all violence,

And as the waves return to the sea,

So the words give way to silence.

Long and forgotten,

Thats how it felt,

I wanted the spark,

The fun,

The joy.

But the match had worn thin,

Oh what I would give to light the match,

Just one more time.

- Cal :)