A crisp winter night it was
That chilled us to the bones
The calm whispers of the wind
Rose to the heavens and chanted words of ancient songs
The darkness was unbearable
So inconvenient for our usual strolls
The moon was no where to be found
It was taken captive for all our sins and wrongs
The stars mourned their lost sultan
They wore the black veils to hide their naked glows
We squinted our eyes searching for a silver ray
But all we found were dark threads of broken vows
Filled with shame we shed honest tears
That certainly surfaced above our lies
the angels they took mercy upon our souls
And begged the angry clouds ready to pay any fee
All was at loss for we were condemned to suffer
A night when no guidance was given for free
To know what our hearts were like
To tell us that we should’ve let go of sorrows
To show us that a single light can make all the difference of tomorrow
To help us keep OUR own silver light glowing
Hope…is what they wanted us to find
And so we did…
And they again restored our single silver ring of light
But at some years when the sky is at peace
When the stars dance to the rhythm of the winds
The moon is held captive by the angry clouds
And the angels cry hot mending tears
So that we understand that hope is the key
To light up a tormented soul
