The demons of dark spoke out
   they owned the child of night
They ordered her into the street
   to sell her soul’s birthright

She walked the cold, dark sidewalk
   as she had so oft before
But tonight, after all was done
   she knew there must be more

The dark hole in her heart
   yearned to be healed
But all the medicines she’d used
   left the void unfilled

Kneeling on the sidewalk-
   crying to be freed-
The demons lost their ownership
   to a mustard seed

Come to Me, child of night
   turn from your world of dark
Face, now, the Son of Light
   and this Love will fill your heart.