About a Flame کے بول

She cast her light above the crowd That shine nearly burned my eyes Blessed be the flame blinding my eyes now Angels weep from envy So pure, so beautiful Far too much to handle for a plain mind Those eyes were so divine I've seen the light, the purest kind You may poke my eyes blind Blessed be the flame blinding my eyes now Her voice, her touch A cure for my aching heart Her flame has taken over Her words could never cause pain Her sting turns into bliss Sharper than the sharpest and yet so tender Brighter than any other She cast her light above the crowd That shine nearly burned my eyes Blessed be the flame blinding my eyes now Her voice, her touch A cure for my aching heart Her flame has taken over me