Life slowly fades like a burning candle;
From its wick shines a flame that is too hot to handle
We tend to compare the mystery of our existence to things;
How we die in the end, some decays even before their breathing begins.

What makes you tick when you are down, tired and weary?
How do you express your feelings when you are alone and empty?
As if you were cursed since birth that never a moment you feel lost;
You get used to overtime that sorrow became a company you treasured the most.

There are times our minds are preoccupied and overrunned;
By thoughts of negativity suffering torture that drags us down.
Why is it so easy to think something that weighs so heavy that we sink;
And drown to our own demise trapping ourselves and in our own drop of blood we drink.

This has been told a thousand times,suffered by many a million times;
But it never gets old redundantly, we feel and lingers inside our minds
That we accept that the world is cruel enough to some, why permit them to live;
Without God in their hearts and prayers unanswered in darkness they only believe.