A thousand candles fill the air

With the smoky scent of stale despair

A silent prayer for the wayward souls

Whose shallow hearts fill graves unknown

A thousand stars might light the sky

Without the means to show me why

A broken heart must burn this way

When a wayward soul chooses not to stay

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