There\'s this light.
It\'s broken.
It could shine bright.
But it doesn\'t have the strength.
So it flickers, doing anything to hang on.
It flickers on and off.
Losing hope, as it runs out of breath.
Barely standing, Barely feeling.
Never knowing when it will feel alive again.
And when it thinks it has it,
It starts flickering again.
Because at the end of the day,
The light is still broken.