You see, I cried too many a night
In a room with a tiny tiny light.
Holding that light in my palms
fueled by flickers of your charms.
The dim tried to warn me
but me, I pushed aside all wary.
I dreamed of life in the sun
with you, because you were the one.
But you kept me in the dark,
because the dark couldn’t tell me.
I asked you about the sun,
but you wouldn’t run with me.
I didn’t care-I wanted the sun.
Your tiny light burned less and less,
the dying embers of your charms
I brought up courage to address.
Light left and
dark made a home.
But, I found that when I ran from the dark,
I encountered the sun, all on my own.