Candle

Sometimes I think of her, All night and All day, But, mostly i just prey, Wishing she was still here. When I walked down my street, I passed my old friends house, I looked in her window and i see it, The thing that always reminded me. Whenever I walk down an ally-way, Down the street or far away, i always see it up in a window seal, and its a Candle of witch i see. A candle that shines so brightly, Like Angels do when they are safe, The candle reminds me so much of her, because she always loved candles, and now that she is an Angel, she shines brightly over me, Everyday and every night, even when the moons not bright.