Your mother's voice, so soft and low,
Calling from distant days your name.
The kind light of a candle's flame.
That winter dawn's so-gentle glow
The morning after Santa came.
The shy light of a candle's flame.
The cinema before the show
Dreaming of stories old in fame.
The bright light of a candle's flame.
The sight of softly falling snow
Making the same street not the same.
The soft light of a candle's flame.
A moment captured long ago,
Sepia-swept in a silver frame.
The dim light of a candle's flame.
A place that only you can go
Away from hurt and fear and shame.
The still light of a candle's flame,
Oh, the gentle light of a candle's flame.
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