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?