To find that which was lost,

you first must find the key,

the key to open doors,

the truth you finally see.

so when love comes a-knocking

an open door it finds,

and leads the blind to safety,

a mansion for all kinds.

what little light we see

it comes from those around,

and when it shines upon you,

the lost are slowly found.

a maze of life so deadly,

dreary, depressing, gaunt,

makes life look gray and bleary,

in shadow and in wont.

when eyes uplifted see,

from darkley shadow's ground,

the sickley mist will dissapate,

a gold light to surround.

when shadows of life disturb you,

look up this poem for me,

for one must first be shadowed,

for one to truly see.

Follow the Light.