To the Suns who shine so bright
To the Stars who light the darkest night
To the Candles who burn
And the Winds who yearn
To the ones who put others first
But in the end get it the worst
An anthem for those
Whom nobody knows
That pull the strings
To gain Angel wings
A selfless good deed
No secular greed
To the passive and silent
The angry get violent
Pushed all around
Figuratively bound
Entrapped in the mind
The thoughts are not kind
Yet still in the end
What matters is the trend
A pattern to follow
Or tough pill to swallow
A silenced tongue
The good die young