The candles of our lives feed the flame of our passion,
     Leading out way through the dimly lit halls of life,
     Fluttering in the winds of adversity,
     Smoldering under the rains of sorrow,
     Yet never extinguished.

     May the candles of our history light the flames of the future,
     So that earth may always have light to see into the dimly lit beyond,
     Lit by the flames of many, and the passion of all.

     - Phorm

Hold your flame high, and proceed onward