Is the light here to stay?
Will it shine its amber rays?
An outstretched hand doth reach in haste
it craves those fleeting glory waves
But light is not found in the dark abyss
that encompasses the human consciousness
So struggle as you may young lass
with those yearning outstretched hands
And illuminate your dreary night
to rid your mind of its plight
However short lived it might be
relish in the opportunity
For in this black, decaying place
how precious are those peeking rays