A flame flickering
Trying its best to sing
A song so faint so feeble
Like among rocks a pebble
Waving right to left left to right
Attempting to get a sight
Audience it seeks
Telling its tale through small beak
It shines so bright
Lighting the surround with its might
A captive held in a glass
Trying not to be alas
People come sit laugh talk and go
Even in large crowd loneliness ads to sorrow
But no, it still waves
There's hope in me it says
It lives his life king size
And try to rise and rise and rise
But suddenly then a wind flows by
And the poor flames dies the poor flame dies
A matchstick then appears from the dark
And the flame in the glass again lives on its mark
And it's journey again starts
To carve a niche for itself in other's heart , other's heart
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