die Kerze

Let it burn,
Let it burn,
Let it burn until the end,
Until all the wax has melted,
And the wick turns withered and black.

Let it burn,
Let it burn,
Let it burn until the end,
Until the drops of hot wax burn your skin,
And makes you wince with pain.

Let it burn,
Let it burn,
Let it burn bright,
Let it burn fast.

Let it burn,
The way I’d burn for a desire to live,
And live life,
Live life to the fullest.

Salatiga, May 10, 2009