A candle blown sought to atone
The dis amendments wind has blown
It's said it's light has shadowed theirs
It's said it's heat has molten rage
The candle lit as part of dawn
Was anguished ,blown by them ; forlorn
Just for it didn't light their dawn
It lit the dawn all of it's own
The destiny it has preset
Was out of plan of those who thought they built
Candles of youth are blown each round
Not a single soul left not astound
Injured hearts of mothers lorn
Fury of those whom anguish soared
Did your spark resemble mine ?
It's out of question for ones ,sly
My sentiments beyond esteemed
My thoughts of what I want to be
The theming of how I can mend
Have all been replenished by end
Of patronized hopes.
May God forgive us all and aid us to amend our souls
-A tribute to the lives we lose everyday.
