My life as the burning candle,
Flickering shadows on the wall,
Illuminating the darkness within.

In the quiet hours of the night,
As the flame dances and sways,
I embrace the solitude, I find peace.

The waxy tears slowly descend,
Leaving trails of memories behind,
Each droplet a piece of my existence.

As the night turns into day,
I continue to burn, to radiate,
My purpose guiding others through the dark.

Through joy and sorrow, I persist,
A symbol of hope, of resilience,
A beacon in the ever-changing world.

But as the wax melts away,
My flame dims, weakens, fades,
But fear not, for I have illuminated.

For in the interlocking dance,
From the beginning to the end,
My life as the burning candle,
Has left an everlasting mark.