The Light
When the land is dark
And all is lost
I strain to see
The light following me
But it is there
And always will be
That light shines
So bright, you see
Is hope
It beckons to me
I follow the light
Salavtion guides me
Here I stand, so strong today
For the light I followed
I did not question
Do not fear it
Trust it, because someday
The light will save you
This poem is about:
Me
Our world