• Even in the darkness
    The angel makes light
    Grabs hold of hope
    and holds on tight.

    When despair threatens to close in,
    The angel is gone, but I have the light.
    But how, O angel, will I see?
    I must try with all my might.

    I take this piece, this scrap of warmth.
    I hold it close to the beat of my heart.
    I say, O angel, thank you for this
    Hope. My heart.

    In the deep. The pits of spite.
    I find myself held.
    Were you where I am now?
    When all your troubles, doubling, swelled?

    O, my angel, I'll try not to lose hope,
    Though I am surrounded by spite.
    I will hear your voice.
    Hold onto your light.