blinded by the dark of night,
don't know how to find my light.
needing your song to give me sight,
tired of fighting this fight.
sing me a song tonight,
hum the tune of the candlelight.
smoke from the flames make me featherlight,
helping me to see the daylight.
they say the nightingale song is a plight,
but all that is heard is its melody of erudite.
erudite gives hope of a rewrite,
fine-tuning its satellite.
guide me to the firelight.
serve one right,
call it a night:
will you be my home tonight?