The Candle
. I
am a
symbol
of hope
and love
where I
stand
one piece of string
wrapped with wax
made all by hand
a beacon - of light
slender and white
burning so brightly
in a window tonight
there in the stillness
whispering a prayer
into the midnight air
In a flickering flame
spelling your name
until I find you again
there in the darkness
on a bloody battlefield
lying in the frozen rain
wounded crying in pain
and in a flickering flame
again I spell your name
A spark of recognition
ignites your lonely eyes
as you reach out to me
Your hope and your love
your light and your wife
here to comfort you tonight
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