The Little Match Girl Poem by Justin Gildow

Beaten to death
Both physically and mentally
You brave this cold winter's night
You do your best to keep warm
Even though you're dressed in nothing but rags
You can even seen your breath
You tell me that's a hollow victory for yourself
And that you're away from the hurt and pain

With a box of matches by your side
You strike each of them one by one
In the flames you can see images of your life
Your wants, needs, and desires
They're all on display in front of your eyes

I smile and wish you well
You smile and wish me well just the same

My heart goes out to you
God bless your soul
God rest upon your life