Tis truth you speak, we could all light the candle. Yet so many lack the flame. The want to create the beautiful art, just to destroy the frame. Maybe they lack the tools, maybe they are blind to their visions. They see the stars as so far away, so they accept that and just keep wishin. Twinkle twinkle in the sky, how many children have to die. How many mother's left to cry. Destroying families, one tragedy at a time. This world has gone mad, the lack or overwhelming. Overdramatic numb emotions that they go around selling. I think ones like you are special, hold a certain stature. They burn down the forests while we tend to the pastures.