Candle

Look at the candle, as its life is bought
As the wick just rolls over and dies
Look at the wax-drops as they cease from their goal
And the game they were playing loses its joy
And the youth which they played in runs away
How long will you be gone?

Flame sucks at air now and its breath comes short
As it wavers to half its size
Vacuum closes in and it attacks the soul
Now the force omnipotent itself is destroyed
And for lack of itself it wanes away
How long will you be gone?

So does my mind fly as I fight my thought
And I lose, for I cannot find
Send my eyes long miles, they do not know home
For the life I was part of breathes its last
And not only life but hope has gone away
How long will you be gone?
How long will you be gone?