I could be a firework
Lighting up the sky
I could burn so brightly
If I felt the need to fly
Turning heads towards me
In the darkness of the night
A selfish blaze of glory,
And a stark yet useless light
My journey would be brief
And my achievements small
Showing off, but failing
To do anything at all
Or I could be a candle
In a corner softly glowing
My light isn't pretty
It is mostly used for showing
Shining on a well loved book
Keeping the dark at bay
Unremarkable but steady
Through the turning of each day
I symbolise undying hope
A tool to utilise
Helping those in need of me
That will be my prize
