In a cave very deep in the mountain
A monk lit a candle quite small
It flicked and gutted in its struggle to live
In the drought that bounced off the wall
They entered the cave each one chanting
While playing a small singing bowl
In front of the candle they dropped to the floor
And welded as one singing soul
A hundred or more they chanted the law
Whilst watching from every angle
The power filled the room,
In that sacred tomb
Giving strength to the guttering candle
Their chanting unfurled
The woes of the world
The candle just moaned in a sigh
It’s pain was so clear
In that maelstrom of fear
That the candle just, started to cry


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