What fires they are that burn so bright,

Banishing the inky night,

Cleaving open minds and hearts,

Breaking through the deepest dark.

 

What songs they sing that draw us in,

What melody and grace within,

What resonance, hypnotic beat,

That bring the fallen to their feet.

 

What hope they bring to weary souls,

What chance to make the broken whole,

What depth of feeling, honest, true,

What dreams of all that they could do.

 

What joy to see them walking tall,

What sorrow when we see them fall,

And after all their trials and pain,

What pride to see them stand again.

 

What strength our children hold within,

What promise as their lives begin,

And as we walk into the night,

What fires they are that burn so bright.