Though shadows fall and trials loom,
And darkness seems to fill the air,
There still exists a light, a room,
Where hope resides, beyond compare.
And darkness seems to fill the air,
There still exists a light, a room,
Where hope resides, beyond compare.
It is a spark, a tiny flame,
That flickers in the soul's deep night,
And whispers softly, speak its name,
And banish darkness with its light.
That flickers in the soul's deep night,
And whispers softly, speak its name,
And banish darkness with its light.