They give me a candle to walk
Tell me, march!
Your light will pave the way for the lost and the mourning,
But what path of my own?
Selfish! They jeer.
Erred, you have, strayed away.
Thinking for yourself, for yourself.
Only.
They give me a candle to walk.
Tell me, halt!
Little children come past, with the lost and the mourning,
To warm their hands and souls.
Thank you! They call,
And wish me good health,
While their own sinks and withers.
Thinking not for themselves, never themselves.
I light my own candle and walk.
Tell myself, go on!
This light has yet to warm myself,
But for the lost and the mourning?
I wrote this two years ago and found it while going through old files, I think it has better place here.