Upon the wood,
Of a lonely bench,
A softly glow,
And flickering light,
From a lantern,
Guiding the lost,
Wanderers who travel,
Uncertain roads,
And thick forests.
The smallest lantern,
Shines incandescently,
Throughout the night,
For those whose breaths,
Are endless clouds,
Of frigid air,
But fear no more,
The light of the lantern,
Will keep them warm,
The light of the lantern,
Will spark their hope.