To find my peace
And wonder how
This pain will cease.
Darkest night is
Fin'ly come,
As slowly drops
The failing sun.
Lanterns linger
And burn--so bright.
My eyes are blind
In growing light.
Fifty, I count;
They bob and sway.
Guiding souls
Who've lost their way.
Must lead me home,
For I am lost
And all alone.
But, fifty lanterns,
Help me to see.
My eyes have failed
And betrayed me.
I journey far
That I may share
This night with those
For whom I care.
The lanterns aid,
But cannot heal.
They have no soul,
No heart, nor will.
A path for me.
My feet are sure,
Yet can I see?
What shall become
Of my task here?
When worlds decease
And death is near?
Even now...
The lights--they die,
As swiftly Life
Passes me by.
It seems they helped
me long ago.
But, now I must
Prepare to go.
The guiding lights
Surrender Life
To me, this night.
As I pass on,
To lonesome grave,
I wonder what
It was they gave.
For, something more,
I have this night
And my heart
Glows ever bright.
Fifty candles
Burn in my heart.
And never shall
They ever part.