Candle

Burning a candle, lighting the thread

a fuel to burn until the end,

without the fuel the life is short

we need that wax to hold the ground

It's always needed to hold your crown,

I believe it's love, that one ever found

for some it's hatred, a lesser noun,

It's a fuel we choose 

hoping one day, will be found,

the moment it's lit, the light astound,

you will see the way

never to look down,

because when you're lit

It glow's up and around,

It's a thread that burns

Saying, 'yes you are still alive,'

don't stop just now, It's still a time, 

"don't just wait, lets go and thrive,"

you'll see the self, so watch the time.