
To be that one, lost and cold,
To worry not, fulfill my goal,
Stand beside me, hold me close,
Worry not, for I grow old,
The days will travel, far or near,
No pressure felt, without a fear,
Those behind me, left with scars,
I tell the tale, protect your guards,
Strong shall flourish, weak will pass,
To those I say, the best outlast,
Life the journey, each shall know,
Blessed are those, who seek unknowns,
All will gather, toward your strength,
Until the heart, relinquish pain,
To be so cold, not value life,
Will draw you close, to after sight,
The dark survives the coldest nights,
Who then becomes the one of light?