Candle
A single candle tall and bright
Flickers amidst a cruel wind
Dimming its golden, vivid light.
The wind becomes a hurricane.
The candle’s brilliant light fainter
Struggling against the pounding rain.
Through the rain another pushes
To shelter the fading flame
From the raging storm’s cold lashes.
Take my hand, dear friend, it is strong
And with it i will hold you tight
For this cruel storm will last till dawn.
Dear friend, the rains may pound you
With pellets of bleak horizons
But together hope will shine through.
I will strengthen your fading light
With mine own as long as you need
Never to leave you in this fight.
