Terminally, Tragically Human

I'm rainbow-bright
Don't take my light
Let it guide you to your own
In the end light always wins
Even when the journey winds and bends
I tell myself each day and night
When Magic fills my shoes
Stardust shines in my eyes
The ones who cannot find their own
May try to take it from my life
I'm terminally, tragically human
I fall in just the same ways
Pulling at light that I did not make
To save me from the darkness I create
I've seen the house of the Virgin Mary
High in the hills of Ephesus
The tomb of St John
Shakespeare's own bed
And where queens lay their heads
Standing on the grave of Henry the eighth, I am, I am
Certain of one thing
At the end my life when my light goes out
When each we lay down our own head
I, just like them
Am terminally, tragically human

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