Who am I?

Who am I?
I am battling
a war destined to be lost.
I will get smaller,
might loose my intensity
You can distort me
I may fall repeatedly
may even look dead

But I will come back
the moment you stop your attack
back as good as i was
with full zest, unmarred
like nothing ever happened

But eventually, I have to fade out
not by you, my attacker
but because I cant out-live my life
Life predefined, time pre-allocated

But its a promise,
As long as i live
Time wont make me old
your blows wont disfigure me

Who am I?
I am just a candle!
You are the wind, my attacker
My life is the wax.