❝ candle light ❞
i'm alive-
but i felt like a soul,
never been touch,
the less they've been saw.
as i wander the night-
full of sadness alone,
blinded by the lights,
bringing me somewhere to go.
but one candle light is enough-
to get back on my home,
one lit of fire - but the rays are too strong,
brighter than the lights before.
one candle light is enough,
to flew the monsters along,
one lit of fire is enough,
and soon you'll be my own.
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