3Look at the flame
how it lights up a cold dark place,
how such a small candle
lightens up a sad face.
Yet I ask,
why does it bring tears to my eyes
when it looks so quiet
like a small drop of light in my life?
As I watch it there
a hush of wind blows by
the flame dances
like a glowing fairy in the dark sky.
Oh, how the flame
reminds me of bitter memories.
Watch it there
and perhaps the point you'll see.
Little candle,
the flame burns the wick
sad, sad, flame
I can't hardly speak.
Sometimes I think
I am a flame alone in the dark.
Waiting, waiting,
waiting for someone to stand with me
in my heart.
Slowly, slowly,
the little flame burns out.
Yet, I thank it
For it listened to cries the that weren't loud.