Darkness is only a vivid illusion,
An absence of light, they might call.
Darkness, dark, blackness and or what may have you,
Still it is darkness, no care, no hope.
A heart of stone,
A heart of space.
Might be preferred
To a heart full of thorns.
But still I believe,
That my heart of darkness will be illuminated
When the right light of mine comes along
Shines through me, brings warmth and brings love.
An absence of light, they might call.
Darkness, dark, blackness and or what may have you,
Still it is darkness, no care, no hope.
A heart of stone,
A heart of space.
Might be preferred
To a heart full of thorns.
But still I believe,
That my heart of darkness will be illuminated
When the right light of mine comes along
Shines through me, brings warmth and brings love.
