The worst doubt drives my fear Do I really have any light to hold? When all I have will disappear Once all I am and was grows cold. When that light I carry dies out Another question I'll ask with more doubt Will I leave the world dark once I go Or bathe it briefly in an afterglow? It's unknown. I may be mistaken. I may be given a gift more bright That shines through the dark taken And live as an everlasting light.