The path is long,
The road is eerie,
The night is cold,
The soul is weary.

You clutch your candle close,
Protect it as it burns.
It's barely illuminating,
The twists and turns.

It gives it's all,
To give you heat.
But is it enough,
For your aching feet?

Then out of the gloom,
You see a light.
Another faint flicker,
Through the night.

Another lonely soul,
Out on the road.
Struggling along,
With their own heavy load.

On the path you meet,
In the dark that frightens.
And you feel you candle,
As it brightens.

And as you go,
With every mile.
There's people to meet,
And you start to smile.

Your candle glows bright,
As you walk.
As you joke and sing,
And laugh and talk.

Until you have,
A fire burning warm.
A place from which,
To whether the storm.