Let's Call It A Night

The marks on your hands are from the burning wax.

You can feel the rain hit your face but it won't touch the candle flame.

Believe me this time.

The dignity you lost to a stranger was the only key

But now your only light is fading.

The light held on your hand.

Why must forever die so fast

With a letter attached to its wing

And a sad song on its other side?

There's no written story on the palm of your hand

And your precious candle will soon fade out.