Life is Like a Candle
And here I lay,
crying for my stolen beloved.
Deprived,
my heart aches more and more.
Alas, I saw the light.
And thought that my time had come.
But it had not.
Instead, a new hand.
Reaching out,
rescuing me from myself.
Lighting my candle of life,
a burning flame yet again.
crying for my stolen beloved.
Deprived,
my heart aches more and more.
Alas, I saw the light.
And thought that my time had come.
But it had not.
Instead, a new hand.
Reaching out,
rescuing me from myself.
Lighting my candle of life,
a burning flame yet again.