Among the stones, it stands alone
A silent guide to lead them home
Its warmth, though small, dispels the cold
A whisper to the wandering soul

No voice, no sound, yet it will speak
To those who roam, the lost, the weak
A gentle glow, a quiet plea
To find their way to memory

Through endless dark, it bravely burns
Awaiting those who shall return
A candle’s light, though dim and frail
Will lead them home beyond the veil