Hope

Now don’t you cry, boy.
All shadows have their light,

The venom might just taste sweet, given time.
So wipe those tears from your eyes
and face the day once more;
Keep the flame, to drive away the shadows, lighted.

Perhaps one day you won’t need flame,
and life will be worth living.
The venom will taste sweet,
and you will see through those shadows.

And if that day doesn't come,
keep the flame going a bit longer.
And a bit longer after that.