This lamp burns low,
Hiding the secrets, light was meant to show.
'Am I worthy ' is all you ever wanted to know.
This boat, can I ever row?

Men! Stand beside me,
As much as I want,
They desire to know me.
A tough decision they stand to make.
To follow me or not?
To the end of life's gate.

I am a kid to some,
Younger one to many other.
To keep me warm,
Cherishing pain they do not bother.
But...
This kid has lived a thousand lives,
Easier than a wicked vice,
I can see the pain straight through their eyes.

Some stand to gain,
Some might be native.
To treat them all as equal,
Is for what I was trained.

I vow to keep them at peace,
Even in the wildest of storms..
Hopes high, I keep.
I will bring them safe to harbour,
Tough as they may come,
No matter the armour.

This lamp is my witness,
My secret it vows to keep.
Guiding me through the bleak.
Not fate,
But Triumph
One day we will surely meet.