Life is like a candle light,
Constantly flickering in the wind;
Hope and joy are constantly there
But what happens when there isn't hope?
Darkness.
There is darkness in life as well
Slivers of it hidden in our happiness
The light hides the dark
But no matter how hard we try to conceal it
Deep down we know it's still there
Every person has two choices
You can protect the candles light
Using your own body to shield it from the wind
Or you can blow it out
But what happens
When the candle wick dwindles and the wax starts to drip
And the darkness comes anyway?
