let's take the beam of light, but purely for example it's flowing freely with momentum that is ample it searches corners, crevices, there's not a shadow it ignores it cries to night "oh darkness I am light, don't put up any fight clear the way for brother bright" it implores
moving on we find the water's gold reflection the light goes dancing in most every direction it puts it's weight upon my head when it must practice it's protection it's awfully bright and drink it in I might restore me with the bite if I'm bitten then I'll fight my own reflection
Light be bright Light be bright
the spectrum disappears and every color's crying give us the day for all our consititution's dying call in the sun and the star belt that illuminates so clearly and as it glows invisibly imposed so neatly in their rows lay the colors in the pose they know so dearly
that golden candle casts a pool of light that's flooding those heavy hallways that were shadows will be sunny it's melting slowly over time puts itself to sleep for good it won't come to and all the while it knew the breeze that barely blew still the fire it claims so true because it could
