It is easier to follow the light
In the dark times
Hard to know and understand the path
Walking around, knowing, finding, searching
In dark times
Dark places
There is the light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak
But the tunnel, oh the tunnel

It is pleasure
To look into the eyes of the young
Who know somehow
Their feet seek ways unaided
They know the way is always changing
No fear of the forest
Even though we tell them stories

At Christmas
To know
And look into young eyes
Miracles of miracles

Find light in the eyes of friends
And those who walk similar paths