this light is small how does it shine? when all around, the dark surrounds. this flame is dim how does it glow or hope to light the shadows grim? Tis but light in the window. The windows to my soul. How do I share this light with others? As it fades from within? Across the span, the distance between every man, the good and the sin. this light is small, but on occasion, how it shines, like burnished brass, fine spun gold, and shiny tin. forever true, clear, the looking glass.