The path was clear
A destination chosen
But the lights were faded
My courage frozen
I knew not the candles
Flickering in the air
They wrapped me
Enshrouding, my lair
And I had lost hope
To find the end
Then you called out
To me, stopped the lament
Oh Teacher! Oh Guide!
There is but only one light
There is but only one candle
And that is your might
Oh Teacher! Oh Guide!
There was but only one help
There was but only one messiah
And that’s padding your footsteps
So help me, oh God!
If my feet slip
From your trodden path
For then I trip—
Into an unforseen chaos
Of vague knowledge
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