born to light the dark,
challenged to fight the gale.
chosen to change the world,
to be set apart; free the jailed.

weak, forgotten, shy and timid
is the candle light, humble and small.
but head bowed, faith forth,
it perserveres, believes - through it all.

fighting for its purpose
til the day it falls to fade.
it holds its victory
for its destiny was never delayed.

handpicked by the master
as the white from the black, destined to burn
the time has come dear reader,
rise up and catch it's fire: cause' now it's your turn