• Slowly wasting away,

    It sits.

    Wishing to be found.

    That single burning ember,

    With in you,

    Longs to brake free.

    To spred the happiness,

    And joy,

    It feels within.

    You can relese it,

    But you fear,

    What will become of you.

    You fear the looks on others,

    Scowling, glaring, faces.

    Well there it sits.

    Will you let it free.

    To spread love,

    Joy,

    Happiness,

    Pain

    Sorrow,

    And wishes,

    Well...Will you do it.

    And spread it.

    Tell to as many as possible,

    Or will you let it die and wither,

    Along with the many,

    You may have,

    Ignited?