• she sits there
    the dark, the night
    waiting for hope
    by candle light

    the house so cold
    no dawn in sight
    when out of the shadows
    in draws a light

    her father
    her friend
    her guardian
    till the end

    'do not fret
    my little one
    for i am here
    till all is done

    the light will come
    and you will see
    how calm this night
    can truly be'

    they sit alone
    two friends, one night
    untill at last
    the house is bright

    the power returns
    the battle is won
    the candles are blown
    the nightlight turned on