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My Candle Burns For You
A Poem for the Forgotten
You don't know me,
But I think about you often.
I don't know your name;
I don't know what you look like;
I do know that you are alone;
I know that deep down you are frightened;
You are imprisoned.
By whom or what, I do not know.
I just want you to know that I think of you often.
I just want you to know that at night I say a prayer
That one day you will know freedom
That one day you will know what it means to love
That one day you will feel the sun on your face.
Until that day comes, my friend,
Know that my candle burns for you.