Should you ask of me I'd give it all away Light each broken candle In eyes of grey I'd find the silver in me Make them gold So they warm you in winter's breeze Each drip of wax Runs down my cheeks Burning before its path is complete Oil and sweet scents Burn brilliantly Each night I light what's left of me Watch myself burn Feel my warmth radiate through me A thousand tears for each Light the way Twelve Candles Lit in me