At the beginning of dusk, as the light of day fade
A candle I light; a candle I made
Yet darkness come, it lights my way
To find myself in the dark of the night. 

At the beginning of nightfall, as the dark of night dwell
A candle is bright; a candle is well
Yet darkness here, it shows my yell
To light my way in the maw of the fight. 

At the beginning of sleep, as my eyelids come near
A candle I snuff; a candle so clear
Yet weary now, I'm still in fear
To say goodnight to my shine of the bright. 
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At the beginning of the storm, as the lightning strike
A candle is broken; a candle from height
Cloven in two, yet still in might
To lighten my way in twice the light. 

A lesson learned from these words that I wrote above 
A candle burns; a candle love 
Two candle lights, that is enough 
To tell you that everything will be alright.