Candles

A candle is far from a simple thing,

It all starts with that one little string.
Good people are like the best candles.

Always hoping from different angles.
They burn themselves up to give others light,
with a never-ending courage to put up a fight.

A candle nobody else can see,
Only for those who have been set free.

Life is so like that little bit of string,

Every little deed we do becomes a simple thing.
With every little flicker, its flame shines in the dark,
And those who stare can’t help but feel the spark.

A candle, oh what a pure sight,
Like the stars in the sky shining bright.

One by one they eventually melt,

Allowing you to remember what you once felt.
Remembering the memories that we always hold,
To cherish and keep as pure precious gold.