There is a candle in my heart
I light it every day.

I put my walls up at the start,
so it can glow and flicker away.

Other souls who pass me by,
have nothing of the kind.

The have gusts of wind,
and roaring blows that try to reach within.

I guard my candle carefully
to try and keep it lit

I keep on my toes and dodge the waves
to keep my candle from being hit.

And at every night, when nothings left
but an embers empty glow

I take out my now hollow candle
melted right down low.

I toss it out, in the bin, away
and grab a new one for the brand new day.