In the beginning
The candle stands tall
It stands away night
And gives them its all
It weathers all storms
While burning so bright
Never giving up
Its wonderful light
Little by little
The wick burns down
And they watch it wither
To the ground
They have only a memory
Of the warmth it once gave
The life of a friend
That they could not save
They tried to protect it,
Their little flame
And now that it's gone
It's just not the same.