a simple flame to a wick sparked my birth
the fire of the Lighter placed in me my worth
and there i stood a light in the darkest hour
a beacon of hope even a source of power
but one day the wind blew and damn near put me out
the flame began to flicker and i let in a little doubt
now moved from the dark to an empty abyss
the light was swallowed up till only darkness would exist
where was the air that allows a flame to survive
with no breathe i shrank smaller and smaller barely alive
so please arrive dear hope im suffocating
gasping for air or anything to relieve this abyss so deprecating
but with one last flicker my flame was put out
overtaken by the dark hopelessness of my doubt
now am i one less flame this world will live without
or is there a Lighter to give me hope anew in this bout
