On a lonely field,
my neighbor’s light reminds me
of peace and the why.
On a lonely field,
my neighbor’s light reminds me
of peace and the why.
She flees from the light./
She hates it when it is too bright/
So how can she see?
She takes light and joy/
and sucks them into darkness,/
like some huge black hole.
OR
She takes my joy light/
and sucks it into darkness,/
like some huge black hole.
The bright
that ignites
your fire
has expired.
Carry the light.
She never has cried,
but, sometimes, when a light dies
in your life, you must.