Candle

She lived just like a dancer
Her mothers way of life
Bright as a candle
Play in a garden
Always summer sun
Burning on
Red as the roses
It's painting a picture
She's gotta live life that way
A mind just like her father
She took life more to heart
Blow out the candle
Raised in a world where life is
Made of greed
Born to bleed
Red as the roses
She's a panel
Life is a window
Fire an arrow
She'll make the wind blow
Through the willow
Where will you go?
It's painting a picture
She's gotta live life that way
Her brother was an artist
The other moved around
Burning the candle at both ends
Life seems to steal away
Significance
Of innocence
Just like the roses
She's a panel
Life is a window
Fire an arrow
She'll make the wind blow
Through the willow
Where will you go?
It's painting a picture
She's gotta live life that way
She's a panel
Life is a window
Fire an arrow
She'll make the wind blow
Through the willow
Where will you go?
It's painting a picture
She's gotta live life that way
She lived just like a dancer
Her mothers way of life
Bright as a candle



Credits
Writer(s): Rosina Bullen
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