My own little light

on

I can’t be a living statue

I just love to sing for the moon

Too much, too soon

I love the sun with all his embers burning away my solitude

Too often, too hot

I can’t be an ornament for you

An eager desire is emerging down my flesh

All at once, all a wreck

It’s the living touch of an overpowered spirit

All at its best, all a mess

I can’t be turned down or switch off

Only death may be safe for me to stop

Now or never, today or whenever

We can fight and die, we can survive

Now and forever, alone or together.

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