By Frosty   

It’s dark in here,
In this empty shell,
Where it’s all impossible,
And nothing goes well.
A crack appears,
From up above.
The light floods in,
Who is that dove?
A warmth follows her,
Like a sun’s rays on the sand.
I think I’m in love,
I want to be her man.
For you my dear,
I will stand and fight,
Because after all,
You are my light.

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