Traveler take my hand
For your thought is my desire
Come walk the plain of Heaven
And look down upon the mire

Thereby fore you see the darkness
Yet penetrated with sparkles of small light
No you see not before you a city
But the Light of the Love lit soul

They dance upon the darkness in brilliance
Their touch can Light the Love of a Soul
There deed is never thought of for the darkness
But as Light in the night for it's roll

To shine upon in resilience
To deny the darkness of the whole
To be seen in all their brilliance
For Love is the Light of the Soul