See brightness breach the battle smoke,
revive terrain made faint by flames
of devastation scorched from war,

the same light shining as before
that climbs in time to point a way
or signify another day

- no, not the sun, my wide-eyed friend,
but that which shows up at the end
when all seems lost, torn by despair,

as desolation chokes the air
and fears blur nearly every scope:
I mean to say, the torch of hope!