Flares in the Dark

Threads of gold shall speckle your way,

So let not your heart fall in dismay.

For despondence shall thrive if hope dies,

And you shall be engulfed in a shroud of cries.

If your heart still beats,

You can stand at your feet.

Whatever may be,

You shall strive for glee;

For you are the one the world awaits,

And open for you are the golden gates.