Candle:
In the darkness I find myself, dimmed and forgotten,
Some souls think I've faded, reduced to mere rotten.
Who will come to ignite hope, break this silence profound,
Balance the scales, let the shine and the flame be found?

Backpack:
I am the one who can support your dreams bold,
Filled with stories and longings yet to unfold.
Though troubles may rise as we wander the way,
Together we’ll face the shadows that play.

Rain:
I will stalk with my droplets, heavy and cold,
My dance will weigh down, will crush and control.
Do you not fear that my arms will extinguish
The flame in your heart, the hope you cherish?

Candle:
Oh, arrogant rain, our souls won’t be crushed,
Our hearts won’t be shackled by fear or by hush.
For though you may douse us, our longing won’t cease,
Each drop that descends will bring new hope and peace.

Backpack:
We’ll leave behind chains of the yesteryear,
Look forward with courage, in peace we will steer.
Together on this journey, we’ll find the bright sun,
The essence of life will guide us as one.

Rain:
I will destroy what’s known, the calm and the clear,
All that you treasure, I’ll deem as mere sheer.

Candle and Backpack:
You find it unreal, oh rain, what we claim,
But you have not triumphed, you won’t touch the flame;
What’s essential is rare, love and friendship steadfast,
In each battle we face, our strength will hold fast.

Rain:
Your persistence seems firm, but troubles abound,
You won’t see the joy when the sun comes around...

Candle and Backpack:
Your power seems strong, yet we will not yield,
To believe and endure, that’s how we are healed.
We’ll start once again, with no fear of despair,
Turning each step into love’s vibrant air.

We’ll live with a fire that burns in our soul,
Bringing joy and peace, making us whole.
May those who look around find beauty in the small,
That this precious moment is a valuable call.


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