A lighter runs out of
A lighter runs out of fuel
A fire turns its wood to ash
The sun sets
A lighter can be refueled
Wood can be addedto a fireplace
The sun rises again
Life begins again every day
Even if it seems like the next day will be the same as the last
A thousand tears
A hundred wounds
Pleads to be saved
Begging for a reason to keep going
A letter means someone who cares
A rock on the shoreside may not be missed by many
But to at least one person
That stone is the most beautiful thing they've ever seen
They look for it every time they're near the riverbed
One flower in a bouquet may not be special to most
But to at least one person
That's their favorite flower
The one they look for everytime they see those bouquets
One voice in a symphony of people may not be heard
But at least one person
That voice is their favorite sound
They listen for it in every song
You are loved
You are wanted
You are cared for
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Mix of personal despair and universal philosophical affirmation about meaning.
Multiple ideas densely packed: cycles, grief, then incremental worth assertions.
Starts dark with tears/wounds but resolves to hopeful affirmation of being loved.
Quiet declarative opening, builds to emotional intensity, ends calm but emphatic.
Approximately 35-40 lines; falls in extended lyric range.
Strong metaphors (lighter/fire/sun cycles) and repeated simile patterns (rock, flower, voice).
Pure lyric internal voice; addresses reader as 'you' at end but remains introspective.
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