A wax candle may be solid
Standing upright full of strength
In the cold, always strong
One unison with a passionate match
Is enough to make her melt
Under this fickle burning flame
It is the light of its life
Brightening everything around it
Willing to give everything to this little flame
Droplets of happiness rolls down her face,
She is willing to be exhausted
For this guiding light's warmth is worthwhile