A Dying Power

It glows — it grows
It reaches out to those who care
It hardens and slows
Always without a spare
To keep it growing
Just a little bit longer

Abused and alone
It seeks out its own kind
Strange and unknown
It must try one more time
To find love
And become
Just a little bit stronger

An ancient force
Of dying power
Seems to fade
Hour by hour
But all it takes
Is a little bit of patience
For all it knows
It’ll find the power
To carry on —
Carry on with its dreams…

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