There's a lady living here 

Ambiguous and disguised

She seems a happy child

Breathing in an environment vile

 

She carries a lantern with her

Where ever She goes

And when she lights it

It burns with oil of hope

 

She is the lady with the lantern of hope

The lantern never runs dry of oil

It illuminates her home

the lonely dungeons and caves

 

Whichever road She takes

She carries the lantern with her

Smiling tears of pain

Lighting lamps with her name

 

She has lost many battles

But lantern lights the bright hope

And the lady carries It along always

For she is carrying the lantern of hope