In the land of redemption
There dwells a light
Fabricated from something unseen
It's concealed in the forest of
Darkness, Ironic I know

The martyrs have paved
A road of stone and tears
For us to travel, but beware
Of what you allow your will
To follow

Some carry matchsticks
Others jugs of kerosene
No one understanding it does
Not need to be lit it just
Needs to be found

When you are lost
On that dark path
Do you carry in you
The faith that the light
Exists?

Or do you wander
Aimlessly in the dark
Carrying the baggage
Containing the matchstick
and jug of kerosene?