With your silky skin of white you walk through the dead of night searching for the shining light that you were told to find.
You look high and you look low, down the hall you don't know where to find the shining light that you were told to find.
When you find the light you're looking for they say you'll be happy forever more now you're crawling on the floor and still no light in sight.
You're thinking "oh what should I do to find the light I wish I knew I need something to get me through to find the shining light."
Getting up you try to see something in the sky beyond the tree you wonder if it could be the light you're searching for.
Following where its leading you to a place where you once grew, why you're there you have a clue, that light brought you home.
You know its where you need to be, with your friends and family you found the light that made you see what you were looking for.

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