I am a lighting candle
Don't blow me off
You are not the stormy wind
Why you want me to stop?
I can't light like the sun
I am a tiny candle of wax
I have limited capacity
And the very specific task.
I am a lighting candle
I Defy and define the darkness,
I can't give light like a bulb
But I am proud of my dimness.
I spread my own light
Burn myself second by second,
I weep silently till my end
Make your moments sweet and pleasant.
I am like the son of a family
Father goes and I handle
Insects not drawn to my flame
I am proud, I am a candle.
(Wild Flowers)
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