The only thing that helps me see,
Shine, Candle.
Make your light known to others
Who need your flame more than I.
For I now can see the path ahead
And you have made it bright.
No more snow,
No more lakes,
No more woodpeckers
Drilling away at the wooden path.
I feel it slowly creaking under me
But it will heal and grow,
If I take it steady,
And be stronger than before.
So, Candle,
You have helped my way seem clearer.
You are everywhere.
I have spread your light
Onto my own torches,
And still your flame grows
No weaker,
No smaller.
Go now,
Help another who is suffocated in darkness,
And show them their path.
Enlighten their spirits and
Free their souls from the shadows.
