It is better to light a candle Than curse the dark

Won’t you go to the dance my dear?

It is better to light a candle

Than curse the dark its clear

It is best to look up at the bright moon and stars

Than out across a plain and barren land of scars

The floods may come to swathe your home

But do not wait in standing waters

You do not stand alone

There are some city quarters

Left dry to the bone

The people who are refugees

They leave their land and families

And yet can look ahead in hope

Here is some good that leads as a rope

The stranded downcast farmer’s lot

Who works for peanuts for that’s all he’s got

Will come back home to his dear wife

And thank the heavens for his good life

There is some good in man or beast

Which wins the day when chance is least

There is some truth that Art succeeds

Beneath the crushing fist of War that makes it bleed

 There is in death even a final beauty

Which lightens the soul and transforms terror from duty

And in the butterfly’s sweet fledge

There are the wings of the Moth whose pledge

Does likewise fly to the candle light

And makes bright the darkest night

And from this you’ll see more clear

Its best to light the candle

Than curse the darkness out of fear