With love

Emptiness may surround it’s victims,
Light them up while they’re blinded by the light,
And they will pretend to have a vision,
They will be weak or they will fight.
A candle is lit upon my desk today,
To remind me that the world could be so much better,
That no matter what people say,
With post sometimes comes a beautifully written letter,
With love it is send,
By someone dearest you could receive,
An unexpected choice,
To cave in or to believe.