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.
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