Clutch

I see that lantern trimmed low burning in our home.
And though I feel like crying, I swear tonight, I'll cry no more.
And how many times have I prayed
That I would get lost along the way?
Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head.
The regulator's swinging pendulum.
Come with me and walk the longest mile.
Is his wallet leather? Is his wallet fat?