Love lights the lantern in a soul,
Laughter keeps it beaming bright;
Lightheartedness heals it whole,
Life's journey is well poised for flight.
But when love is lost, all laughter dies,
Grief snuffs out every little spark;
Darkness circles tearful eyes,
To leave a lasting scarring mark.
Then the lantern in a soul grows weak,
No hopeful flicker gleams and glows;
The flare of fun grows darkly bleak,
With wicked, weeping, wailing woes.
Light your lantern, guard its glow,
And light will lead you where you go.
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