I scurry through this fridged night 

Of darkness and eerie cold 

Until I saw the strangest sight

A lonesome candle, worn and old.

 

I swish a match under my chin

and bring the stick to life

How magic I thought, a precious gleam

from such a bitter sight. 

 

Soon a spark lit in my eye

and I watch a vibrant warmth grow

With numb hands I grin and ponder

This secret is not mine to stow.

 

Yes, I knew this, yet I did!

I took off into the night.

For this town of gray, this fridged place

has long to yet see light. 

 

For years ago, all vivacious color

was taken due to sin

I could not see through ignorance

That hope would be taken again 

 

I race home, I slam the door 

Alone with this omen I lay.

I look down in terror, and see only dark

for my blaze has flown away.

 

I feel this anger, this boiling rage

My silent treasure has vanished. 

For in this town of death I know 

Life rewards not the selfish.