Every night I light a candle hoping you'll come home. I look out my bedroom window and wish upon a star that I might see you again one day.
Mom says it's never going to happen, but I just can't believe that's true. I believe; you just need a candle to light your way.
My tiny little candle, shining out into the darkness: How could it make any difference at all?
Well, in the darkness, a little light seems to go a long way.
Am I wrong? Maybe. But what is life if we don't have hope?
Hope and light, that's what I'm clinging onto. Daddy, please do the same. Your little girl wants you to come home.
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