Be the light in a world of darkness,
The bulb burns to light your way
To see the world
To see the people
The bulb burns bright.
Be the light in a world of shadow
The candle burns to keep night at bay
To scare the shadows
To brighten your sleep
The candle burns bright.
Be the light,
Be the bulb,
Be the candle
Be the light
But…
The bulb burns,
The bulb busts,
The bulb is thrown away.
The candle burns,
The candle melts,
The flame is drowned.
“Be the light,” they say,
The bulb dies out,
“Be the light,” they say,
The candle’s flame is snuffed.
Be your own light.
Why should I die to let you see?
Why should I consume myself for you?