The Dying of the Light
The dying of the light casts a doubt
On who is with and who is without.
In the blinding dark it is clear
Whose heart is there and whose is here.
Find me a torch, some burning brand
To illuminate the soul of my fellow man.
To find the source of the holy light
And it by compassion reignite.
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