Life is like a candle,
It burns itself out.
But oh! How it burns,
In the short time it does.
And the flame of that candle,
Flickers so bright.
Wavering, like a tree in a storm,
From side to side.
Easily blown out, its never stable,
In this world,
Where peace is scarce,
It dies out. Poof! Just like that.
