Golden candle glimmers leftover from the floaties,
And your eyes softly closing like there’s no knowing,
Of what’s to come, but you breathe, and sigh and show,
How all the love and purest souls within us all,
Continue with and on and off until the top of one for all,
And always holding hands in struggle, joy and life.
For one for all, abound to you for things that never were.
For one for all, I give to you the things you never had.
For something’s in my way tonight,
Shining, shining, shining, bright.