I am the candle that burns low; the warrior.
I wonder if I will find happiness.
I hear the cries of the silenced.
I see the lies spin themselves
I want satisfaction.
I am the candle that burns low; the warrior.
I pretend that I know what I want.
I feel the stars brush my face.
I touch the hearts of the soft spoken
I worry that I won’t be remembered
I cry when others cry.
I am the candle that burns low; the warrior.
I understand that life is not fair.
I say that everyone deserves love.
I dream about a life lived well.