• This lantern can’t be seen through the thick haze
    The flickering flame clings for survival,

    There are so many paths and so many ways
    It seems there’s just no chance of revival.

    And billowing winds block out all sound
    So a tear that is shed can’t be seen

    A gentle hand to hold is never found,
    None is acknowledged for being so keen.

    A simple pleasure cannot be enjoyed,
    For one is consumed with stress and worry.

    Danger is far too near for one to avoid;
    Only so little time for such a hurry.

    But there is another light so very near
    That pulls me away from the danger and fear.