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Remembering a Candle
I was holding a black candle
When the wind blew it out
No more fearing
No more lying
No more trying to get it out
So I washed my hands of wax
As I stood at the sink
Please don’t tremble
Please don’t cry out
I don’t want to have to think
All over
There is sighing
As we pick up our chains
Go to bed now
Go to bed now
We are conditioned to pain
And the candle that was burning
Somehow fell behind the bed
Not a light now
Just a symbol
When the floods rush down
Today I grabbed the matches
As I fumbled with the wick
Found the candle
Wanted savior,
Where do you like to hide?
Today I lit the candle
And I used it on the chains
Burnt them off me
Though it hurt
It caused less pain
Burn the candle
Burn the fuses
Burn the light that didn’t glow
Come to bed now
Little child
And I will not let you go
Throw the chains off
We are strong
And we knew it all along
With our silent, stricken faces
Our quiet, sealed traps
That let no dark tear escape
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