A burning candle lost it’s flame,
The darkened nights washed it away.
In cruelty and negligence,
All is lost in it’s defense.

A little match to be relit,
To send the world out of this pit.
The cold winds blow out the light,
The world takes it’s toll in sleepless nights.

A blizzard comes and brings all harm,
There’s not a light to make it warm.
This little candle withers still,
From dusk to dawn and midnight till.

Unwanted shadows come around,
Bringing darkness to the ground.
Invading all that is there,
Casting the world in despair.

This candle has once been burned,
For the light and warmth were yearned.
Now, in the foolishness of man,
It soon becomes the second hand.

One curious soul holds a match,
Hoping for the flame to catch.
In hope and faith a light to gain,
Bringing back the world to sane.

The little candle soon burned out,
Yet, still the light is carried about.
For that one curious soul,
Is brighter than the candle alone.