Now as my candle burns out,
seemingly I watch,
as the last of the wax spills to the floor,
whilst at the same moment a tear does the same.
As the wick stops glowing, likewise does faith.
Now a mere shell of what once once was, tears fall in multitude.
Tears only because someone is lost, walking now blinded,
no guiding light to show them the way.
Watching in the shadows, as nothing can be done,
weeping for those lost in the dark.
