Candle in the Window {from the Civil War
Hurry through the night
Past the shuttered houses
Towards a solitary light
Burning in the window
Near a figure in a chair
Always sitting there
Quiet as a prayer
Does he close his eyes?
Heavy with the weight of being
Suddenly so wise
Tired of the demons
He must sit up there and fight
Deep into the night
Praying that he's right?
Every evening I can see his shadow on the shade
And I don't feel so alone or so afraid
There's a candle in the window every night
Reflecting all our hopes and dreams
Or so it seems to me as I look up to see
That candle in the window every night
Burning like the yearning to be free
Far away and dim
Kept alive by him
Seven blocks away
Before I go to bed I fall down
On my knees and pray
That he will keep his candle burning
Just a moment more
Till he finds a way
That is what I pray
And I wonder does he see me passing by each night
As I look up to find his patch of light?
There's a candle in the window every night
Reflecting all our hopes and dreams
Or so it seems to me as I look up to see
That candle burning in the window shining bright
Far away and dim
Kept alive by him
Towards a solitary light