The light that gives sight to our eyes.
With every morning sun will rise.
Rise and fall,
above our heads.
Burning like the toasted bread.
The burning fire in the heart,
the one that warms us in the dark.
The flame that weather's every gale,
the gentle waves as we set sail.
The voyage that is there to seek,
is hard to find throughout the week.
Yet know that it is always waiting,
watching, heart and mind debating.
Waiting for the sun to shine,
rising deep within your mind.