The Red Candle
In hopes of true love,
I dream of an honest man,
I pray once again to my father above,
I sit here like this every night that goes by,
The only light that I see is a small oval glow,
As I dream, I wish, I pray for a man to call mine,
But If I shall ever meet this mysterious man, I might never know,
I see the strange shadows that lie on the wall,
I see the light shimmering on the ceiling,
I get some sort of strange inner yearning,
And the wick continues to burn as the red wax falls,
Still I'm alone, a word with many meanings,
Not by myself, not secluded from people,
But for the true love that my heart is clinging,
And I continue to dream of vows under a white church steeple,
I keep burning that candle,
I keep dreaming of that day,
I keep thinking about what I'll say,
I keep believing in that shinning red candle.
Copyright © 1997 to Laurie Carriger
