Never alone

Have you ever held a flame in your hand
And though she burns, you could never let go.
Because even as she turns your marrow to ash
You know she's there, and you'll never be alone.

That flaming pain, that constant sorrow
ash in your lungs, burning your shadow.
But you pay that price, willingly,
for you'll never be alone, upon the morrow.

Till both collapse into dust, slumbered embers
till moon and sun become cold lovers entwined,
till nothing of man remains, not even iron bones,
till that final shuddering gasp, you'll never be alone.