Just candles lighting in the dark,
Shining, your time is coming up,
Dutifully doing is what it's about,
Even though time is running out.
Lighting up paths with its diminishing light,
Giving vision to those who needs it to those lost,
A small glow yet powerful when all is pitch black,
As it waste away the candle still goes on.
Just as it breathes it last,
Its time has come to past,
Surrounded by darkness' lust,
The candle bites the dust.
The candle soon to be forgotten,
But its duty never forsaken,
We are but passing candles,
Just humans jumping over hurdles.
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