I walk on water with a candle in my hand. The candle doesn’t light my path, neither does it give me warmth. It’s a dark, dark world. The sweeping winds try to smother the littlest light I’ve got but we hold on. I walk towards the horizon; they say it’s where the world ends. Night after night, death after death we hope for another life, another day. I dare not look downward, for the depth of sin is deeper than the deepest trenches. I long for land. A land of sun, a land of stars, of moon and stars and hopes, dreams and promises.