Candlelight fluttering against the wind
Struggling to hold its warmth
As night collapses upon dim lights
The candle holds on for its life.

Candlelight suffering against time
Diseased by the elapsing of sand
Slowly candles become weak
Coated in a wax becoming weary.

Yet the light is still there,
So even in the darkest times,
Against the strongest air,
The light is and will still be there.