The old roads have faded
Into an impass;
The way signs have rusted off
And fallen in the grass.
The light has gone out-
The one on the inside;
Eyes have grown dull
Where once they used to smile.
The creatures of the dark
Emerge in the twilight;
Small children cringe in fear
At the things that go bump in the night.
Where is the Kindler?
Who remembers His name?
Can you ask Him to come back to us
And reignite the old flame?
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