• I live in darkness, but there is light. It may be dim, but it is there every night.

    in solitude behind my wall, there lies a brick too high, for me to reach, and I cry.

    This brick is cracked and rays shine through, yet of those rays, there are but few.

    Keep me company in my waking hours, in my secluded mental tower.

    It is my eternal nightly lullaby, shielding the spirit as the body begins to die.

    I can never grasp, no matter how I hope, but this reverent glow, it helps me cope.

    With life so cold and existence in decay, the shining helps me face the day.

    No matter how frightening my emotional gallows, I am thankful for the shadows.