Darkness falls upon my eyes.
Something bright shines ahead.
It’s small but there, igniting my way,
turning liquid as time goes by.
It paves the way for my escape.
No, it’s not a torch, a lamp, or lantern.
It’s small but there, igniting my way,
turning liquid as time goes by.
It sways, back and forth,
and diminishes if I blow air on it,
but strangely, air is its life.
It sways back and forth,
catches my eye. It doesn’t do anything
but keep me company for if it were
not there, I would be blind.
It’s small but there, igniting its way,
turning liquid as time goes by.