The Candle

A world, a room in ruins, it's dark outside
There glows a candle, in the corner just under that table
The faint light lightens the room, a child, a young boy,
Lost in his daydream, keeps the candle glowing
The candle glows when he daydreams,
For the room in ruins is his world
It's dark outside, the world is cold, but imagination runs wild
Be the crisp wood that crackles in the fire, be that silent wind that blows
For all is too far away but yet too close, it is hard to touch it in reality
But in the daydreams, it is right in your arms
Far away, silent and lost, the child grows, with eyes not a mirror
If you could see you would know what he dreams about,
Reality strikes the cord of curiosity
A face walks past, a gentle aura surrounds her
Oh the curios child inside, the child inside daydreams
The candle glows, imagination is his friend, reality is but a teacher
At the end, the candle will glow no more, the child now grows into a man
But the heart is young, a child grows inside the heart and soul
The face which passed by  might vanish among the crowd
The daydreams keeps the candle glowing, only to make him curious a little more

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