The match struck against the rough box surface.
There quickly appeared a flame.
The light set the room amidst aglow
When I set the candle aflame.

I began my journey along the road,
Careful to watch where I roamed.
The moon glowed white in the evening sky,
Almost guiding me back to my home.

The road was unpaved and had many curves,
Many rocks appeared in the way.
I could not imagine wandering along
Without any light in display.

While on my journey, I'd stumbled across
A woman alone in the dark.
She possessed a candle, but carried no match
Or lighter to start a spark.

I stopped and acknowledged her lack of light.
I asked what'd happened to her flame.
She said she'd been robbed off her boxes of matches,
Which a mugger had come to claim.

I simply put a hand upon her shoulder,
I apologized for what they had done.
I then offered kindly to share my flame,
And I spread my light to one.

I continued down the rocky path
When out of the corner of my eye,
I found a man with an oil lamp
That had apparently run dry.

I stopped and asked if he had any more.
He sighed and disagreed.
By mistake, he hadn't brought enough
For the rest of his journey to leave.

I warned him next time to always bring more,
You can never have too much.
I gestured him towards the small lit shop
Off the edge of the road my light touched.

I watched to make sure he arrived there safely
Before I took my leave.
I didn't get far before I saw
An woman with children on her sleeve.

She carried no candle nor lamp for light.
She was slowly creeping along.
Her children hung tightly to her clothes
As not to get lost from the throng.

Sympathy arose in my heart that moment
At the sight of this lost family.
I had a strong desire to help.
I moved to them rapidly.

I held out my candle for them to see
The light that was burning brightly.
I saw the tears on the mother's cheek
As I offered my help politely.

I walked with them slowly as not to lose
Any of the children behind.
They followed me slowly, not yet aware
They'd make it home, to their surprise.

The mother attempted to deny my kindness,
But I firmly insisted to help.
What kind of person leaves a mother to fend
Alone for her children and self?

We came to a stop. We had to part ways.
Though I wished with all of my might,
I could not help her the rest of the way.
But I gave her a way to find light.

Another shop stood close to the path's edge
Selling lamps, oil, matches, and candles.
She thanked me with tears and gave me a hug,
Before leaving to buy her own candle.

I carry a candle. It's made of wax
That slowly melts when it's lit.
And though there's a limit, I don't hesitate
To help others when they need it.

I cannot offer you oil or wax.
That, yourself, you must get.
But I can at least help guide you along.
My match supply has no limit.

I don't hesitate to aid anyone I find
Struggling to see the view.
I want to help you and get you back home.
I do this because I love you.