He was like a twinkle
A spark in a lonesome one
A flame that burns in the darkest night
Leads the tiny stars of the lonesome heart.
To fare well
He melted away like the wax of a candle stick
Away yet stayed glued to the support on which it rest
Never lost is a twinkle star in the clouds For it leads the way
He lights up the lonesome one and never leaves her dim
Never gone is a twinkle.