A flicker of candles whispers in the night

Offering their cordial, guiding light

The breeze whispers its sad prayer

Holy death makes us all too aware

That our days here are numbered

Cautiously counted among the slumbered

All the colors of life embodied in white

Each of these precious in his sight

Heightened in sacred visualization

Become the focal point of concentration

Lit by the strong right hand of fortune

Instead of just taking it on the chin

Candles lit in remembrance for the dead

Illuminating the power of all the prayers said