Flickering lights live in the shadows of the granite walls.
Extending on and on with infinite layers,
each with a story,
each with a tear,
each as a candle was lit with prayers from the soul.
Each with a hope that things will get better,
that things will heal.
That maybe, just maybe, their prayers, hopes, and dreams will be answered.
The smoke curls up into the heavens as it is extinguished to be lit again.