To walk along the dimly lit street of fate, Is to tread, to stumble through the dark. Hoping that the next streetlight might sedate This ever present watermark And as the journey continues on My heart begins to pound. The illuminating lights withdrawn There is not one sound. Stumbling blindly forward here And stumbling blindly there, I am not aware of what is near Of a light golden and fair. Around a corner I turn blindly, And stop in disbelief. There a lamp shines brightly Without having a motif I run to this light which shines And find myself protected, In her warm and loving confines. I have been selected. And so I waited by the lamp, And still wait with her today. I have vowed myself to be her champ And here forever stay. So here a lesson has been taught, A lesson that should not be soon forgot. When fates dark distraught Has tied you in a knot God will bless you with what is sought.