"Electric switches do fail Matchsticks do prevail. If they, the switches on the wall Light up the lavish hall Matchsticks, do that to the soul. If they can ignite a spark You can burn it all All at once. The force in your fingers Matters it all! Be it a wall, a hall A cave or a grave! If they are walking ahead, And you behind Just stay kind And remember you are just a scratch away When you will reach them While they be static No more to gaze A matchstick !"