What shines in darkness like a hopeful light.
Who brings an end to a tunnel so long.
A never ending mire so deep and thick
Who's tendrils snag, snarl, deceit and creep.
The Mind, the Body, all obscured by smoke.

But yet a light appear here in the moor,
A friend who's beckon calls to you once more.
Come now from this land in a warm embrace
With words so welcoming to you, a call
that wraps you tight and warms your every bone.

So call out to your friends, your words can help.
For words alone do help them such as light,
to show you care and lead them home with love;
a path cut through the reeds, and weeds, and mud
Which leads them out and back into the fold.