light my candle I am burning the candle of my life in the dark with no one to benefit from the light. The candle slowly melts away; soon its wick will be burned out and the light is gone. If someone will only gather the melted wax, re-shape it, give it a new wick… for another fleeting moment my candle can once again light the dark, be of service one more time, and then… goodbye. [Benigno Aquino, Jr.][1]