this little light of mine
is growing faint
and it's getting dark outside
i know
this little house of pain
shadows are long
in my shelter from the rain
oh god
in a doll's house
i play
ghost of a flea
in a box upon the stage
i know
this orphan will transform
lights flickering
greet the riders on the storm
oh god
///
this little act
is growing old
so i'm going down
to gun hill road