A candle lit, for empty tombs

An angel watches over gloom

Sheds her light in darkness, shine

Let spirits wander, not to pine

From out their corpse, they will flee

Their search, to find serenity

To rest their weary, ghostly form

To rise above the laden storm

Of humans, wandering, so lost

Who vilify, but at what cost?

Then drown their sorrows, lest repent

The blaming of, they don’t relent

They look away, and do not hear

Laments of those, so filled with fear

But they who wander, do not stay

They dare not waste another day

Instead they fly, their spirit, high

No longer tethered, they breathe a sigh

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