The Steadfast Flame

A flickering lamp, truth's fragile light, In shadowed halls, where whispers reside, Like ancient oaks, we weather the night, Our loyal hearts, where trust does abide. In shadowed halls, where whispers reside, A fortress built of whispered, shared vows, Our loyal hearts, where trust does abide, A silent promise, time still allows. A fortress built of whispered, shared vows, A compass needle, pointing always true, A silent promise, time still allows, Through storms of doubt, we see it through. A compass needle, pointing always true, Like ancient oaks, we weather the night, Through storms of doubt, we see it through, A flickering lamp, truth's fragile light. ©bfa022625