Don't let darkness hide your inner moonlight,
or let it make smaller your dreams.
or let it make smaller your dreams.
Filled with excitement, keeping the pace.
In daylight hours, each will sing and shout,
Enjoying the beauty of promises lain out.
Earnestly vowing to remain part of Thine.
But as shadows begin their placid descent,
The number will wane due to inner discontent.
Oil is quickly consumed, making lanterns burn bright.
Alas, the supply diminishes, no time for some to refill,
Seems the event is now losing its original thrill.
