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With a distant light as my guide

I stumble through the darkest night.

Fear grips my inner soul while I move

Slowly, step by step, towards the promise

Of that light, but when nearly there

The light seems to shrink as I can

I see it is but one small candle.

How bright it seemed in that black eyed day

Yet here it is just one small, pale-yellow flame.

The promise in that light is clear to me now.

The darkest, most fearful night can be braved

If only one small candle lights the way.