Light

For grace did shine
Upon the retched and despair
Forgotten chimes
Hidden within the shadows
And backrooms of the heart

Small and flickering,
Pretty little light of thine
Hidden from the cold, shaken soul

There sits the basement of chapel
Bells singing
Choirs reciting
And the promise of a child's faith

Not forgotten
Just forgotten
Waiting to spring spring
On a weary and wasted wanderer
And I recall
Oh, I recall, it all