Are you sad? Afraid? Alone? Your suffering casts phantoms on the wall And they dance with all the others. I am telling you That there is no light at the end of the tunnel. We are each other's light, And each of us is full of shadows. We make do. We are only Candles. We flicker. Sometimes we create more confusion Than illumination. But we need one another, Because we hold a flame up To the dark parts of the people we venture near. We set fire to things that Wait long in silence, Yearning to combust, And bring light to things That have been hidden for long enough To be thickly caked with dust.