I’m like a feeble candle on a dusty shelf, The flicker of my light is slowly waning, The dusk surrounds my embittered self, It’s hard to stand alone against so many. The autumn wind has cleverly conceived An evil plot to overrun my humble defenses, I’m left misguided, lonely, misperceived, The darkness overcoming all my senses. You’re my Chosen, you’re the only hope, To try to live up to somebody’s expectations. I must be crazy, stupid like I’m doped… Into your hands I give up my salvation. | 
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