In this world,
So filled with hate,
So empty of love,
So painful to walk,
There is yet hope.

As the sun rises,
As the farmers go out to work,
As city folk go to their cars,
As a mother weeps, lifeless child in her arms,
There is yet a path leading to light.

One path alone leads there,
A path oft heard of,
Yet seldom chosen,
The path that is the hardest to walk,
The path that is made of light.

Embrace the path,
As it is the light,
It casts back the shadow,
Its guidance is true,
In True Darkness,
Only the light leads away.

It is the path of love.

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