| THE FLAME OF LIFE BY TRH LIKE A CANDLE BURNING BRIGHT SHE TWINKLES IN THE NIGHT THE CANDLE WAS LIT LONG AGO AND BURNS WITH AN IRISH GLOW THE FLAMES OF LIFE FLICKER AS THE CHILD GROWS BIGGER THE CANDLE NOW BLAZES AS A TEENAGER GOES THROUGH STAGES THE CANDLE SHE DANCES AS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN RECEIVES SECOND GLANCES THE CANDLE GLOWS AS NEVER BEFORE FOR SHE IS LOVED BY A WEE FOUR THE FLAME BURNS CONSTANT AS HER LIFE IS CONTENT HER LIGHT GUIDES THE WAY THROUGH EACH AND EVERY DAY THE CANDLE, TOO QUICK IS ALMOST GONE LIKE THE FADING END OF A SONG YOU ARE SO FOCUSED ON THE WORDS THAT IT ENDS BEFORE YOU ARE DONE ENJOYING WHAT YOU HEARD THE CANDLE NOW FLICKERS AS THE FLAME DIES DOWN ALL SMILES ARE REPLACED WITH TEARS AND AN OVERWHELMING FROWN IT IS SO FRAGILE THAT THE FLAME COULD END WITH THE SOFT WHISPERS OF THE WIND THE FLAME MAY HAVE DIED BUT SHE GLOWS INSIDE SHE BURNS BRIGHT IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS BECAUSE SHE HAS FOREVER TOUCHED OUR LIVES. |
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