The right of might,
The frailty of truth,
The light in the night,
The word printed and passed.

Passing softly, unheard,
Leaving rapidly, uncaring,
The facts of the matter,
Not considered, just assumed.

The strength of conviction,
The warmth of the hearts,
All supporting the tiring,
With no shortfall of might.

What rest for your head,
Where to lay your cares,
How strong your companions,
Who won’t let you fall.

The answer unknown,
The future untold,
But remember, weary traveller,
You don’t journey alone.