Wept By Fireside At Twilight

by: Unknown date: 1336 DR source: The Sword Never Sleeps For to us all, when most afraid, Comes a pressing need for aid, Deliverance from tum-molt and fire, Challenges, or doom most dire; Aid, mayhap, for a bold Harper bright, Or means to drive down a lich or a white, Or wise words, hope, a smile or a kiss Answered need our greatest bliss. [Chorus] The lone spark takes flight, A beacon in the night. Burning ever bright, Wept by fireside at twilight. In shadows deep, when fears arise, We seek a friend with clearer eyes, A hand to clasp, a voice to hear, To chase away the creeping fear. In tales of old, the hearthlight burned, For hearts with courage thus returned, A spark of hope that pierces night, Guiding all to morning’s light. [Chorus] The lone spark takes flight, A beacon in the night. Burning ever bright, Wept by fireside at twilight. Through trials fierce and battles wide, Through dreams undone and dashed with pride, A friend’s warm words, a guiding star, Reveal how strong we truly are. [Chorus] The lone spark takes flight, A beacon in the night. Burning ever bright, Wept by fireside at twilight. Wept by fireside at twilight.