The lighted candle,
Standing tall with its flame’s bright
It knows its flames will fade into darkness
It knows it’s time will come, and one day he will burn out.
He longs to feel the warmth of day, to see blue skies
To mingle with the Earth and stay to dance with the rays of the sunrise.
But he’s trap in a perpetual prison of fear,
If he steps outside, the wind will blow his flame away
So he hides solitude, where it’s safe
Watching his flame burn away…
