little sparks come into this life
sobbing and screaming all the time
our flames scorch everything we touch
hard to douse a fire that burns so much
but the wax piles up around the candle
the embers try to blaze but we can't handle
the longer the inferno glows
the more the wind threatens to blow
until at last our tiny flames die down
a shadow of our former self on the ground
cast by our struggling light
no brighter than the distant stars of the night