Lost

= Lost <

Maybe a few virtues is good for you

But not enough for them

You light the candle

And they keep searching

You ask, what is it?

But they have no clue

You search with them

The wax burning your skin

More it hurts, when you know

The search would wear you thin

But you hold the candle still

Hoping in it’s light they will see you

But when you ask if its found

They say no and ..just go

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