From light I was torn
into darkness born
to stumble alone
through numbing cold
always searching.
For a spark so rare
fragile flame to flare
a light to guide me
and ease my dark fears
flickers softly.
I cup it so gently
and guard it intently
this beacon of hope
that shines for the lost
grows stronger.
The shadows retreat
cold flees from the heat
my senses ignite
I burst into life
truly feeling.
A crowd gathers round
this treasure I found
drawn to the light
and sharing the warmth
we are family.
So perfect it seems
together we dream
the darkness is past
no chill can touch us
burning brightly.
Cruel wind comes along
cutting and strong
a malignant blow
that buffets us all
the flame wavers.
A circle we form
blocking the storm
huddled in close
a loving shield wall
stands defiant.
But hope is forlorn
when far from the dawn
the enemy marches
that scourge of night dwellers
the midnight rain.
As the drops tumble
our resolve crumbles
fear and rage dance
both trying to lead
we are helpless.
The implacable foe
lands blow after blow
as flame struggles bravely
still lighting the way
but it's waning.
The deluge pummels on
until all hope is gone
the cold seeps back in
and darkness descends
while we weep.
