Darkness surrounds, no hope, no air
Except small little whispers that flutter through my hair
They tell me to hide, tell me to suffer
Tell me to lie, tell me their tougher
But they shall not succeed nor take no victory over me
For I was asked to be the light, never diming, never ending
The blackest of black could never shadow over
The brightest of bright, our one true beholder
It’s the smallest of light, but still a light
And it will continue to shine with all its might
You stand with Him, you stand in shine
And our promised eternity for all of time
This glow will grow, devouring every soul
Up steep hills and through closed doors
Shinning deep with in us all
There to catch us when we fall
And bring us back through the course
Down the path, to the source
To this loud light that stands strong within in the night
And whispers these words pertaining those enclosed in fright
“Poor souls, poor them, They’ll never stand a chance
But forever be blinded by the radiance where the beams of light dance”