Candle

Technically, this should be in the music quotes section, as it is a song. Still, it deserves its own spot here because it is so much more than a song. The first verse was written by a South American man who was the victim of political torture. The second verse was written by an Italian photographer during the "crisis" in Albania. The third verse was written by Roger Waters, who performed the song.

Not the torturer will scare me
Nor the body's final fall
Nor the barrels of death's rifles
Nor the shadows on the wall
Nor the night when, to the ground, the last dim star of pain is hurled
But the blind indifference of a merciless, unfeeling world

Lying in the burnt out shell of some Albanian farm
An old babushka holds a crying baby in her arms
A soldier from the other side, a man or heart and pride
Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle, to kneel at her side
He gives her water, binds her wounds, and calms the crying child
Her touch gives absolution, then across the great divide,
He picks his way back through the broken china of her life
And there, at the kerb, the samaritan Serb turns and waves goodbye

And each small candle lights a corner of the dark

And the wheel of pain stops turning and the branding iron stops burning
And the children can be children when the desperados weaken
When the tide rolls in to greet them and the natural law of science
Greets the humble and the mighty and a billion candles burning
Light the dark side of every human mind

each small candle lights a corner of the dark...