In a world where shadows reign, under veils of sheer disdain,
Sixty-five percent in cold repose, indifferent hearts, the story goes.
Twenty more with hardened gaze, in the darkness, they embrace.
But there's a whisper in the night, calling us to radiant light.
Oh, walk the Path of Light with me,
In service bound, in spirit free.
Not by chains, but by choice we soar,
Through giving we live, love's lore restored.
Fifteen seek the haloed halls, where Light's gentle whisper calls.
Yet only one will truly see, the planes of light, where souls fly free.
Don't tread in fear, nor rest in woe,
For through our love, our spirits grow.
To serve is joy, a truth we own,
On this path, we're never alone.
Master's words in the sands of time, "He without sin, leave stones behind."
In every heart, a light can gleam,
If we choose to let it beam.
Jesus knew, as Ruanel spoke,
Service is love, not a yoke.
Oh, join the Path of Light with me,
In joyous service, we'll be free.
Raise your spirit, break the night,
In acts of love, find your light.
Oh, walk the Path of Light, embrace,
Each act of kindness, every grace.
For in giving, we receive,
The greatest truth we can conceive.