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Post by Cullen on Oct 22, 2007 10:49:41 GMT -6
A candle was lit A daughter born Only to face The world's scorn
The candle burns The girl grows Her beauty Only her father knows
The candle flickers Her mother dies She never sees Her father cry.
The candle brightens Her wedding day Her father's proud What can he say.
The wax drips They, barely older But now her husband Must become a soldier.
The candle flickers Her husbands dies Her father helps To dry her eyes.
The candle flickers Yes once more Yet this time It's her it flickers for.
Her necklace broke Down fell her pearls, So did the life Of daddy's little girl.
She couldn't take it The sadness or strife That why daddy's little girl Took her own life.
The candle burns out Her father cries No one should see Their child die
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Post by The Brutal Immortal on Oct 22, 2007 19:02:23 GMT -6
Wow... this is good... its short, but at the same time, it covers her entire life, everything she went through... all i can say to this is amazing.
*i agree no one should see someone that close to them die... it messes you up more than you could know*
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Post by Cullen on Oct 22, 2007 19:35:28 GMT -6
thank you. i wrote it during calc... I was really bored and sketching and I drew a candle and then it came to me.
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Post by Only Me on Nov 14, 2007 19:35:22 GMT -6
This is really good. I loved the idea of a candle burning with life and burning out when we die. Life, and death, can be cruel to us. my favorite line is :
Her necklace broke Down fell her pearls, So did the life Of daddy's little girl
It doesn't seem to match the rest of it, but it ties it all together at the same time.
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