I burnt a match, My friends laughed. I dont understand, Whats so funny? They said its pointless, That itll burn out and 'die', But i didnt mind it burning out I know it could light again Its a match Maybe itll take time, But ill save it Ill keep it in its box I didnt mind it turned off A match My friends laughed again, They were lightning theirs, As soon as they went out- They threw them deep into ground I didnt laugh They said i was doing too much Just because it lost its fire, Doesnt mean its useless. Once a strong blizzard came to town And my friends buried deep down, I was awaiting my time Maybe it was coming, maybe not. I was out, All alone Houses tearing, People screaming I reached my hand in pocket, Maybe for the last time Until i felt a little box, My match My match was inside I just looked at it, It looked at me. It was a little black on top, From the fire that it once provoked It couldnt light up I didnt mind it, My match I kept it close No matter the cold