An eternal light guides me, through thick and through thin,
a light i call poetry, from a dark i call sin,
but i'm not religious, this light is not god,
i will not accept my life, a pre-determined fraud,
no, my light is poem, a metaphor and a rhyme,
these aspects can bring to light humanities crimes,
and although i speak heresy, i also respect those,
yes, those...who have a light of their own