Candle.....
when the power's cut and there is no sign of the moon,
and its dark and spooky in every room,
that's when i come into the scene,
along with fire, we are a team.
how she burns me, the pain, i cannot explain
for fire is wild, her nature, i must not blame
crying for hours silently, i don't complain
alas! i begin to shrink and look so lame.
my life is short, my death, painful and slow.
i come in all shapes and sizes, you'd simply adore,
i am admired when fire gives her bright sparkling glow
its her not me who deserves those praises you know.
they love my beauty, yet give me pain
why are people so strange, unusual, insane!
couldn't they use an alternative to me,
leave me in peace, let me be.
if they love me so much, that's what they should do,
could you try talking to them, for my sake could you?
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