Lights flickering
The bulb ain't broken
Powers still surging

Hope, love, what is power?
To shine through the dusk

A crack or two
The bulb's still holding
Flickering though it may be

Is it the sun within
That keeps it lit?
Or perhaps the beat inside that keeps it pulsing?

Though there is no source
Perhaps that brings upon the flickering
A purpose or possibly even a sin
What will it take to keep it steady?