In a one room apartment, somewhere in the city A story of magic unfolds There lived an old widow without any children Abandoned, forgotten, alone And she lived with the memories of barbed wire fences The darkness invading her dreams Oh if ever a woman had a reason to cry Then surely the woman was she But never did she shed a tear She asked for no answers, had nothing to fear Gods love is but hidden, in time we'll know why But today there's no reason, no reason to cry. Well it happened one Friday there just was no money Her table bare, covered in white But she found a few pennies and bought a small candle Her Shabbos would still have its light And she lit the lone candle, recited the bracha The deepest of joys in her heart When a gust of wind blew through a crack in the window The flame once so bright had gone dark This time the pain was so great She tried to hold back but it was too late "Where has my faith gone", she said with a sigh As a small teardrop formed on the edge of her eye It rolled down her cheek, heading straight for the candle As if with a mind of its own Touching the wick, the drop burst out in flames Once more there was light in her home No more could she hold back the tears She cried out the sorrow of so many years God's love is but hidden, in time we'll know why But the heavens had told her its all right to cry