sandy nobody

(midwest, usa)

Little Candles


four little candles
sitting before my eyes
four little candles
full of suprise

four little candles
with flames so bright
four little candles
light up the darkest night

four little candles
i watch them glow
four little candles
the flames start to grow

four little candles
all mine to hold
four little candles
watch as they grow old

so i thought

but the wind did come
blew out the flame of one

now

iv three little candles
and a dark empty space
iv three little candles
and one i cant replace

Submitted: Sunday, October 01, 2006
Edited: Thursday, September 30, 2010
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