A candle lit for him, a candle lit for her, In quiet amidst twelve shining tongues of light. Just a set of burning beads of oxygen, Yet each one bearing within its light a life, Each one bearing a story long since told.
As I look at two lights glimmer, I know You gave me life, and watched me go my way, Sometimes causing hurt, Despite your bounty every day. In that light for me you live, And somehow, too, eternally, If that's what destiny in grace will give.
Two lights flicker in glowing display. I watch flames that soon will die, And now I give belated thanks, For you, I feel, with me stand nigh.
