I cannot see the light.
This memory has hold on my might.
Through whispering willows,
And the Eagles grave greed,
My body still shivers in spite.

I have lost the sight of all light.
What trembling terrors will ignite tonight?
Sounds of hummingbirds flow,
Though the roses don't grow,
And my will to move on reaches flight.

As I crept through the darkness,
I slowly noticed,
How my vision began to suffice.
With little to see,
but the darkness and me,
My soul twisted outward and cried!

Because though I could see,
In the darkness thankfully,
I couldn't help but miss what was bright.

This temporary,
Capability,
Made me realize my own self demise.
My selfish way of life,
In the glory of the light,
Brought me decency, luck, and insight.

But I soon realized,
Just how lonely it was,
While those around me swam through seas of devotion.
This darkness was not bad,
It was never even sad,
It just reminded me of times when I felt most glad.

To see the world like that,
With the darkness that it had
Brought melody's of dear satisfaction.

I had to clearly ask
Why the light had been so bad,
Why would light,
be the vain of all destruction?
"It was light that crossed your eyes,
And it blinded all in demise,
For the light brought hate and greed,
And all commotion."
"If you've seen all that you've had,
And known that others lived life bad,
How could you stand by someone,
Knowing how they've suffered?"
"And to see all that was bad,
But never do a thing yet ask,
Is truly reason to believe,
The light is bad.