A new light entered my life after,
It seems like, centuries.
It warmed my heart after one too
Many an ice-cold heartbreak. My
Candle, my light to follow in the
Very cruelest times of darkness.
It gave me a reason to carry on. I
Knew it would always be there. Through
Any weather, at any time, I always had
My candle to get me through the day. In
Dark times, though I was afraid, my candle
was always there to lead the way.
Through time and space, my candle grows dim,
Though diligently still burning on. It still
Guides me, though it knows it not and it
Is the one fire that burns for me,
Not against. I can't take it
With me everywhere, but I still carry my
Candle with me.
I continue through my days, speeding
Towards the day when I will be able to
Give back the wax my candle had burnt
For me. I know not which day it will be,
But each day, I count down; each day I
Get closer to holding my candle in my
Hands once again.