She is bright, She is Light,
She is shining above the fright.
But an old tale frightens her might,
Above all the fright.
“She is bright,
She is Light,
But when she sines no more,
All will mourn.
And if all will mourn,
There is nothing left to adjourn.”
Yet here we are,
And she is still shining bright,
But when that day will come,
It will all go to none.