Sunday, February 12, 2006 @1:56 PM
In the light of the world
I see only a few candles burning
Ever brightly to light the moist wood
They are surrounded by
They burn and burn till they burn no more
Yet they still can't light the moist wood around them
They try to bring light to the world around them
But the world refuses to accept this gift of light
They prefer to stay in the darkness
Dark, damp and dirty
Never to catch flame nor light up other lives
But to stay dark and stagnant always
I really wonder sometimes is what the world is really like? A burning hell or a peaceful heaven?
♥ there's not a star
in heaven that we cant reach