Lit Once Again
The flame that was dying is lit once again.
It shines through the night, dark, and gloom.
Even as my hand does grip at this pen,
The flame that was dying is lit once again.
Even while twilight o’er takes this den
And the dusk draws the light from the room,
The flame that was dying is lit once again
It shines through the night, dark, and gloom.
It shines through the night, dark, and gloom.
Even as my hand does grip at this pen,
The flame that was dying is lit once again.
Even while twilight o’er takes this den
And the dusk draws the light from the room,
The flame that was dying is lit once again
It shines through the night, dark, and gloom.