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Light A Candle |
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| Candles flame in darkness, Flicker, steadily glow Bringing light from shadows, and help to soothe me so My daughter, like the candles, gave my life true light I use the candle's beacon, to connect us in the night As I light the candles, My wish and my request Is that she'll see my signal, and know my loves expressed |
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| I lit a candle tonight, in honour of you Remembering your life, and all that we'd been through Such a small little light, it was the candle made Until I realised, how much darkness it lit the way All the tears I've cried, in all my grief and pain What a garden they grew, watered with human rain I sometimes can't see beyond the moment, in hopeless despair But then your memory sustains me, in heartaches repair I can't wait for the tomorrow, when my sorrow will ease Until then I'll light this candle and let my memories run free |
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| Light for me a candle, for my moment in time Light for me a candle that your hope will shine Light for us a candle, for I am a part of you Light a candle for me, Light a candle for you |
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| "Letting Go" A woman had a child, a sweet and loving son But now hes up in Heaven, his time on Earth is done His time on Earth was joyous and brief And now she's suffering pain and grief Is he happy? Is he safe? these are all her fears And everyday she thinks of him and sheds so many tears But then one night in deepest sleep In to her dreams, a vision did creep A look past Heaven's pearly gate To catch a glimpse of her son's fate Thousands of young people were passing by A great white thrown set way up high Though others were joyous with this procession Her son's face looked filled with depression They all carried candles as bright as the sun But he walked in the shadows, the only one His mother stared in disbelief Overcome with sadness and grief "Why is it son, that they see fit To make you march with yours unlit??' He said "They often relight it, they often try But you put it out every time that you cry" His mother awoke and knew in her heart It was time to let go, and make a new start Author Mike Lizonitz |
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