To light your way in your darkest hour.
Find forth the masthead of your own light-bringer; Be it frivolity or clarity, wit or compassion.
Burn your path to glorious unrest; Tread hard, stride swift and proud, not a step to falter upon;
Become a beacon for those without which to light the path of their own: Guide, illuminate, pull the wary to their feet with you.
And then like the cooling tinder to fade into the glory of the morning light