The Dimming Candle of Time

lemme rewrite my poem here the candle is dim, the batteries are dying , times running out, and soon we'll be flying.

flying over fields or sea, on the night and the day, wont you come fly with me, dont you dare be afraid.

the light through my window, it shines bright enough, it isnt the moon though, its the streetlights - not tough.

the candle gets dimmer, the quote on the wall, our lives, they get thinner, as we all grow tall.

so look after your family, with whatever times left, dont try no flattery, just do your best.

the candle gets dimmer, sat on the ledge, the night time gets thinner, and I get closer to the edge.

power through the work, its all God's plan, and the future, it lurks, and I'm your biggest fan.

the candle gets dimmer, and so does your time, death, it comes closer, so just shut you eyes.

it'll come sooner, the less that you cherish, itll come sooner, and you will perish.

The candle gets dimmer, so please be more grateful, for whatever light you have when you have it, it doesnt last forever.