Let Babylon Burn - Sea Of Candle Light

Some burn at both ends,
With so much left to do
Some lean toward another wick
And turn one flame to two
Some stand behind a wall of glass,
Some tremble in the draught
Some make it to the morning;
Some barely get to start
A sea of candlelight,
A breath away from gone
All that gold upon a thread,
All those words still left unsaid
Some give the words they waited for
To someone too tired to ask