Light
Blistering, so bright
Re-align my core
lenses open [bad word] into form
The imprint of a life

Too late you’re calling out my name
To raise me up out of my grave
Alive in memory I’ll stay
If you shun these waters where I lay

Night [bad word] down
Into the shade I stray
losing all I’ve found
To my own dismay
My season [bad word] to an end

Too late you’re calling out my name
To raise me up out of my grave
Alive in memory I’ll stay
If you shun these waters where I lay

Leave me to rest
Too drained to rise
To try to detect
Any light at the end of the tunnel…

Too late…