A flick of a match

The glow of a flame

As the candles are lit, a memory pops into the brain.

Six million can no longer be heard

Six million can’t share this sacred light

But they are not forgotten

They are alive in every Shabbos flame.

In every mitzvah

In every prayer

Like an everlasting ray of sunshine

Their memory shall live on

In the glow of Shabbos candles.