Robert Isaacs Chiwala

Come Into Light

I know, light kills passion

Please can you come into light?

Can we really be true, to night?

You know, there is no darkness under the sun

I know, light kills passion

I know, darkness is the fashion

But under the sun much brightness

Only on earth below, outer darkness

I know, light kills passion

I know, darkness can rekindle the passion

I know some magic imaginations, sort of lusting

You know, it cannot be forever lasting

I know, light kills passion

Do you know, in rekindled passion there are sparks

I know, darkness can rekindle the passion

Do you know, there is gnashing of teeth in outer darkness