
The light turns on and it gives you a comfort
A comfort greater than any mother could ever give
A comfort that will never leave.
The light says to you things that make you feel its loving embrace
But then it finds a way for you to hate it
Just to love it all over again.
You look at the light, deeply
And you wonder what’s on the other side
But, you fear that it is something the light doesn’t want you to see.
The light blinds your vision
So you can’t see its secrets
Secrets that can kill you.
The light may also guide you in the way you must go
The way you may not want to go
But must.
The light is a beauty that is confusing,
Yet amusing
And goes unnoticed.
But in the souls of many, the light is a tool
Used
For their own gain.
The light fights a constant battle
A battle I admire, cherish, and love
A battle that will never be won.
The light gives wisdom that cannot be taught
A wisdom so strong
It keeps you your whole life.
The light, to so little people, is just a light
But they cannot see
The beauty of the light.
We need the light
But overlook it
As something minor in our lives.
The light is in constant motion
Never stopping to admire its beauties
So, I do it for the light.
But when the light leaves
We are left in darkness
And we become nothing.