The Light

Morose and shallow malaise is born and cements within us loneliness laid down low seek for safety amidst the woe I assure you that you'll find; everything-- and everything will always be alright! In those darkest of nights Take rest in somber lullaby for you will surely find the light a gift of sight for those lifeless eyes All that's mad and diseased is but rainy day tambourines pining for a cure; this ceaseless apathy and the oceans of darkened grandeur pave the way for the beautiful expanding of understanding; the full breadth of which pales beside the burning fires of the sun. Within the darkness of your mind a spark is loosed and set in motion should you so choose to see, and not to shun the unfolding of your scars will be all that rightly delivers unto you Joy, Warmth, and Love Burning brighter than a thousand suns It's warmth lifting you to places far and far away from that morose, shallow, and empty start When you find that light; I propose to you that you open wide and let inside the spark that spawns such burning vivid sight let it destroy the pain and deliver you from that dark and eternal night.