Noone sees daylight and insists On life in darkness scaring fists. The truth is light and can convince Our heart and free us from suspense, Which throws us in the well of doubt With none to save except clear light.
Doubt seems like that deep and dark well Where we are hung with rope so frail, Fearing the long expected fall That if it happens, it ends all.
None can save us from that dark doubt Except a clear and cheerful light That sends us its well plaited rays To climb up back to lighted ways.
No ghosts can lurk if you are there; No doubt can let dark well to scare. All gets so clear and life gets bright When light's strong plaits lift us from night.