A brave young man
He has an aim
As best he can
To heal the shame

From all his deeds
And mem’ries rife
Pulls up the weeds
To cleanse his life

But nature free
Corrupts the pure
He cannot see;
He bites the lure

Not all is lost
As was, at first
He breaks the frost
And beats the worst

The golden key
To earn rebirth:
Remembers he
His own true worth

a brand new lamp,
to leave a stamp
of light, of life
and end the strife

of darkness past
to ban at last,
the shadows gone:
reveals the dawn.

without a guide
if left to ride
the light is gone.
and dark has won.

as others scorn
a lamp forlorn.
the heat restores
stops inner wars

unlocks the light
reclaims the might
to light the slope—
reviving hope!