A lantern dangles from my hand
Lights were made for nights like this
When starless black becomes abyss
And cold windís whispers turn to screams
Downpour spreads across the land
Through this I travel, and, traveling on,
I shut out thunderís dreadful song
And with the lantern bear my dreams
For I now seek a greater light
Than this little lamp can release
I long for the warmth, the calm and peace
Of rain drowning in a pool of sun
May morningís glow replace this night
And screams become a playful laughter,
Sorrow, turn to smiles hereafter.
The road is long, and Iíve just begun.