When the candle of life burnt bright.
Flames danced in the past, present and future.
Light of ideas and dreams of our home.
Our life watching the water and land changing with the seasons.
Then one day it was over.
I sit in a room, wondering what is my purpose.
The candle that lit my life, my dreams gone.
What changed in me, what changed in you.
Now I can only live in a place.
Never our home. Never a home.
Maybe the candle burnt out.
Perhaps in a lot of lives, the candle needs replaced.
New dreams shared, new eyes to see.
To see the change in the light.
To keep the candle burning bright.
Eye of Seoirse.