A candle brings about light,
But with time,it goes out
As the wax melts,
As much as it would love to stay and live on,
It remains with no choice,
I bet it doesn't feel bad about melting,
Because its doing what its supposed to do;lighting up,
Applying that to us;as we live we get emptied,
If we're doing what we're supposed to do we're emptying our hearts,
And with time,you'll have given out the whole of you,
When you're done,you're free to go.