Sometimes, When driving through the rough terrain, Not thinking that the sun will ever disappear, You come upon a tunnel. Sometimes, When walking through the beautiful hills, Not expecting the bright day to turn dark, A storm blots out the blue skies. Sometimes, While cozily reading in a warm glow, Not anticipating the lamp will blink off, An outage plunges light into darkness. Remember, There's a light at the end, forge ahead. A rainbow will appear, keep looking up. One small candle can dispell the dark. Always, Be the light.