Come worries, come sorrow,
Bad days that make me feel low…
Come anger, and disappointment,
Dark ghosts that stalk and torment…
As long as this frail little light keeps burning,
I need not fear to be brought to my knees!
There is no shame on the occasional kneeling,
For every getting back up is a victory!
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Description for the visually impaired; Close up on the flame of a candle burning in the darkness.