I’ll hold my candle high, and then
Perhaps I’ll see the hearts of men
Above the sordidness of life,
Beyond misunderstandings, strife.
Though many deeds that others do
Seem foolish, rash and sinful too,
Just who am I to criticize
What I perceive with my dull eyes?
I’ll hold my candle high, and then
Perhaps I’ll see the hearts of men.
