If I don’t burn, how will I shine a light?
Will I fade, falter, flicker, fail and die?
How will I find a way across the night?
If I, despondent, lose the will to fight
Or carry on half–hearted, fighting shy
Then, burning dim, how will I shine a light?
If I am dulled and lose my appetite
And lose as well the wherewithal to try
How will I find a way across the night?
If I despair of seeing the sky grow bright,
Not noticing the new day dawn is nigh,
Then, growing cold, how will I shine a light?
If I pretend that everything’s alright
If, smiling outward, inwardly I cry
How will I find a way across the night?
If I won’t speak, won’t tell you of my plight,
Won’t tell you how my world has gone awry
And will not let you share your warmth and light
How will I find a way across the night?
