The Candle's Flame
One burning candle,
One lighting flame
In the middle of the dark
This flame became
The hope and strength,
The width the length
The only light
Shining bright
In the middle of the night
Like a lonely star in the sky
Like a lonely drop of rain falling by,
Desolation,
A SENSATION of fear,
A sensation of broken tears,
A timorous heart living a hopeless hour
With no power,
With just one flame of light
Shining really bright
In the middle of the night.
Alone the flaming candle stands
Holding no hands
feeble and weak
Its sweat starts to leak
The wind blows
The tremble shows
The fear echoes
Nothing is lending a hand
The darkness is giving commands
Then, Slowly, slowly the flame would fade away
Keeping no trace
And the darkness takes place.
Can’t see the life
Just feeling the strife
Darkness stabbed the only hopeful light
With an invisible knife
Each one alone
Alive in the dark
Looking at the sky
Seeing a spark....
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