We prayed silently as we watched the candle light dim
We waited and hoped in vain as the oil in our lamps ran out
But as the flower withers, so shall we all fade away
And as the elephant tramples on the grass, so is man’s frailty in the sight of God
Here today and gone tomorrow
Our hopes, ambitions, expectations gone with a whiff of the wind
What shall we do now?
Shall we live no more?
Shall we put the swords to our neck and shed our bloods?
For tomorrow will never come
Why do we plan, if everything comes to naught?
Why do we hope when our expectations will be cut short?
And now, the candle sings goodbye
We have no time to dance to its tune
For its music ends even before it sees the light of the day
Goodbye candle light!
For yea, we might never see again
But it’s never too late
Nay, it’s never too late to hope
For tomorrow will come