Hollow Godric. Portraits. The Vigil. Zeneszám

This candle lives that I might see
It?s casting shadows that are haunting me
Our school, our lives, our history
My newest scar to bear, but fresh and bleeding

Hold on to our dreams
And swear to fight along with me
With open eyes and wand in hand
And help me end this sorrow

And as this flame burns low I see
All that I loved now flickered out to memory
My school, my life, and what was left of family
Left all betrayed but he will soon meet me

I remember the feasts and the grounds we all tread
And the first time I knew what it mean to be home