It flickers in the darkest of times
Illuminating the way to the happy days.
Who knows what the little light is,
A beacon of love, the torch still
Being held and cherished, or perhaps something
More sinister, yet it hardly matters.
Hope is the brightest yet smallest thing
On Earth, yet without it there’d be no
Point in existing.
Shine brightly my little friend and deliver
Us from these dark days, lead us from
Hell into the happiness that can surely only