Will it be okay to move on?
When the candle that used to stand tall
Growing smaller by the ember he lit
Will the lights keep shining on?
As the wind blow your fire gently
Stole the flame away from a worn out wick
Will it blown this time?
The small flame I lit
The music I played, the words I wrote
Will it burnt right now?
The shrinking wick
The talent, the gift He gave
And will it be a pitch dark sky?
When your candle is running out
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