hurry through the night past the shuttered houses towards a solitary light burning in a window near a figure in a chair always sitting there quiet as a prayer does he close his eyes weary with the weight of being suddenly so wise tired of the demons he must sit up there and fight deep into the night praying that he s right every evening i can see a shadow on the shade and i don t feel so alone or so afraid there s a candle in the window every night reflecting all our hopes and dreams or so it seems to me as i look up to see that candle in the window every night burning like the yearning to be free far away and dim kept alive by him seven blocks away before i go to bed i fall down on my knees and pray that he will keep his candle burning just a moment more till he finds a way this is what i pray and i wonder does he see me passing by each night as i look up to find his patch of light there s a candle in the window every night reflecting all our hopes and dreams or so it seems to me as i look up to see that candle in the window shining bright burning like the yearning to be free far away and dim kept alive by him hurry through the night towards a solitary light