That candle lying over there,
That candle with no more flame,
Once lit a room somewhere,
Twas beautiful. It had a name.
That candle lying over there,
I'll tell you its short story,
It once lit with love and care,
E'en when twas cold and stormy.
That candle lying over there,
It burnt out, so the keepers say,
There's more than you are aware,
Twas snuffed out; I was there that day.
That candle lying over there,
Many a day could've lit; such shame,
But he came, such hate in the air,
Now the room is no more the same.
That candle lying over there,
Its light is gone, darkness lingers,
It didn't burn out, twas snuffed without care,
By the man with the bloody fingers.