The Light

They said of how they glow but it doesn't matter me because, I might not have that. Yet I burn my self givin' the light not for me, but the WORLD. He asked the days goin' cool Yet I lookin' at the fire if I could make me? But the light just livin' in all the rooms of mine didn't want me do so. Cause' my birth, is to give light to ones like ME. She just stable on her ways, wanted me take a sip of her shoes But I thought hers was like so cool. My minds diverting out into the dark, wan my purpose. Yet the light did not get off, but with a little LIFE. But I was happy with her. The light started sayin' in its cold, old, tired voice, "Did you forget?" These words were like simple, but it made a SIGH. The 'sigh' was not simple, it was terrible in my heart. Weighin' in tons. I couldn't bear it. The Light spoke to me. "This's not the purpose you're here" Soon, I recognized me part by part Looking at the LIGHT, that made me realize of what I've done, THANKING. The next day was like tale. Many people were happy of the LIGHT livin' in me. But I was very sad of the loss of my old life, where I was happy. The light told me, that I was to be glad, not by mine, and of those glisten by the LIGHT IN ME, THANKING IT AND RUNNIN' MY RACE.