The light

When we die we see a light Is it truly bright? What of we put up a fight? I truly have no sight! I fear for death to come yet I care not where it's from. Whom shall I talk to at night When everyone has blown out my small light No one speaks a word Nor do they care as long as there's a ford Who cares if one dies? Or even if one should lie? No one is pure nor they light Even if there not bright! We put up not a single fight When our humanity is in sight. So here we lay our heads down low And lose our angelic glow

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