Sometimes I feel like I'm in a dark room,
Holding a candle that'll burn out soon.
Walking around carefully, I bump into others,
Stuck in this room after burying brothers.
I share my candle's flame and off they go ,
With a light so bright they find their door.
Leaving me behind in this dark room,
Holding my candle that'll burn out soon.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a dark room,
Holding a candle that'll burn out soon.
Walking around carefully, I bump into others,
Stuck in this room after burying brothers.
I share my candle's flame and off they go ,
With a light so bright they find their door.
Leaving me behind in this dark room,
Holding my candle that'll burn out soon.
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