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"Theres always a little wax left"
-For Michael Cuccione

In a world without hope, without dreams, without
wishes,
There was one person determined to make a
difference,
He poured his heart out every day and every night,
His spirit was fulled with much might

His body was weak,
but his soul was strong,
he felt he could complete any feat,
Sadly he didnt have long

Every candle must burn out sometime,
But his burned too quick,
It wasn't a dim light,
but strong at the wick

There is always some wax left,
In a candle with no sight,
A dream not fulfilled
A dream still in flight

We will help fulfill his dream
We wish to see his smile beam
from the heavens above
with his white wings

We know he will help,
with his watcheful eye,
to lend a helping hand
when we ask how to the sky

We will fulfill your dream sweet angel,
We will continue the path you stepped,
for we know that you are still here
Because there is always wax left.

with love,
nessa pippenger