Countless of us there are
Moving along this beaten path
Each of us tragically unique
Each of us distanced from each other
Bleak pilgrimage
Would no one light a candle?
And then I heard his name being called
Softly at first, then louder
One who was as broken as us
One whose hands and feet bore wounds
He became all that I needed
I will not be needing your candlelight anymore, my friend
For Light itself shines along with me
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