Hidden by Rivkale Pink
Two shining flames Tucked away, hidden Behind the musty walls
Two shining flames Tucked away, hidden Behind the musty walls
A flame flickers Furiously flurrying into the night Amid the
BS"D By Vicky O'Brien in memory of her son Meir
As I cover my eyes, Every Friday night, Shabbos comes
BS"D I watch as my mother glides into the family
Pots boiling on the stove Papers scattered on the table
BS"D There was once a king who was getting old.
During each Friday night there was darkness in the streets,
I'm sure no one desires Sadness, hurt, and pain And
I stand aside and watch my small flame, I watch