The Light

A dark angel without wings The trumpet call of light surrounds the universe God Almighty, is this light. Strike a match in a dark room, and you will see who scampers without choice The light always wins but my mind is dark The light does not have authority over it We must invite the light in The light forces no hand Freedom comes at a price A bloody tree is justice for our darkness A gift that needs to be opened to make the blackness flee The wisest of all have been confounded by this light It has been in place since the beginning of time. Opinion does not change truth, and a lit match, will not change the course of time --