I am a candle.

My flame is small. It provides no warmth, and just enough light. But it takes only a little bit to get me started. Once I am lit, I will burn for a long while. I may not have much to give, but I will give it all, until I'm just a puddle of spent wax.

I can't endure much. I will follow you, but only if you carry me. I will weather the wind, but only if you shield me. I'll be your hope, your light, your shining star.

I am a candle.