The Golden Compass
You're pointing my way, I am lost in the dark;
I look to your arms in my search for the light,
Heeding your thin trail in the press of the night,
Feet swiftly following the path that you mark.
You shine deep inside with a light all your own;
My footsteps grow stronger beneath your bright blaze.
Fire shoots from your arms with the brilliance of rays
As you make still clearer what once was unknown.
I come to the end, hold a hand to my eyes,
As your glow joins rank with the blaze of bright skies.