The Light
In the darkness, there is a light.
Quietly burning, dimly bright.
Its beauty subdued, its warmth lost
This light of life, a hope in the night.
How its image fills those with sight,
Cursing others to have rotting blight.
Burning in the darkness, it warms the cold of heart
And awakens memories of bright, sunny days.
This flame, with hope ignited, burning passionately
Waiting, sitting, watching, for the one chance to repay.
To give something back where only things were taken
Hoping to help those who had helped always
This, the purpose of the roaring, crackling light.
Bellowing songs of warm summer days,
Of softly warming, brilliant yellow rays.
A song that’s sung free of care
About hope growing in the light there.
Dreams of life, sweet happiness grows.
Fear and loss, have all become unknown.
The light is shining, with hope restored
Rippling waves of heartfelt, glowing accord.
Bursting forth with newfound vigor,
The light reaches all those lost in the dark.
In the darkness, there is a light.
Quietly burning, dimly bright.
Its beauty subdued, its warmth lost
This light of life, a hope in the night.
How its image fills those with sight,
Cursing others to have rotting blight.
Burning in the darkness, it warms the cold of heart
And awakens memories of bright, sunny days.
This flame, with hope ignited, burning passionately
Waiting, sitting, watching, for the one chance to repay.
To give something back where only things were taken
Hoping to help those who had helped always
This, the purpose of the roaring, crackling light.
Bellowing songs of warm summer days,
Of softly warming, brilliant yellow rays.
A song that’s sung free of care
About hope growing in the light there.
Dreams of life, sweet happiness grows.
Fear and loss, have all become unknown.
The light is shining, with hope restored
Rippling waves of heartfelt, glowing accord.
Bursting forth with newfound vigor,
The light reaches all those lost in the dark.
