For my love each and every night,
I would walk the path to ignite that light.
Clean off the dirt and make sure it shined.
Its sole purpose, to remind.
No matter the weather or darkness of the night,
I brought my love that light.
Keeping it lit, that selfless task was mine.
Its importance out ways its shine.
Keeping those memories in her sight,
they comforted her on those dark nights.
That path I no longer walk, so she can see,
is that light still out because of me?
When I left on that painful day,
I took that light of hers away.
Too that light, is she now blind?
Are the memories too hard to find?
The path was walked with love before.
Does it even exist anymore?
My love, I suffer because of the night,
I hope you\'ve kept that light.