The clock struck one after midnight,
And I was still kneeling in prayer,
My tears slowly streaming down my cheeks,
Glistening in the light of the candles
That were melting
To illuminate the darkness of others.
I knelt in prayer,
And the winds were raging,
storming outside,
And the heavy rain was beating
Against the glass of my green window,
As if it wanted to come in
To share my prayer.
The candle was melting,
And I was praying,
Were creeping through the leaves of the trees,
The sound of birds began to rise from their nests
And the red tiled roofs.
The candle had melted,
But the morning had dawned.
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