She stands on the street corner
in all and every foul weather
selling her candles true
a motherless poor wretch
with a father that is lame
so she does what she can
for fear of going on the game

In the depths of this cruel winter
holding out her frozen candled hands
tears in her eyes where she stands
her feet are now painfully numb
her fingers now burning and blue
yet she does what she has to do
poor so poor little candle girl

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris