Back in Colonial days, a lighted candle that stood for hope
This was encouragement from the citizens too the Soldiers in helping them cope
Battles would be long and fierce
Generals would often move from the rear to the front
This was a formation stance in the enemy too confront
The cannons would be loaded and ready to fire at the precise command
Yet in the distance you could hear artillery with the sounds of bombs
The lighted candle being a beacon of a household where a soldier lived being at war on the battlefield
A family’s anguish if a Soldier was killed
But it would often be the “Battle Hymn of Republic” that would be the still in the background
Forward troops that would be the voice sound
A lighted candle with the hope of winning the war
Yet the soldiers would be wounded with war scars
The battle hymn of hope
The face of Jesus in being the cope
A battle being so long and intense
Suddenly a darkened sky because a rising sunrise
Ashes of war had ended
The lighted candle being a lesson too all
Look to hope and reason
No option within season
A guiding light providing its own curtain
Yet conviction overruled with a new beginning
A lid candle that directed tomorrow led into the future of everlasting.