Sunshine, as morning arrives, glance at the first light.while the sun is low enough not to hurt the eyes.
Therapy for a torn soul. Eyes the window of the soul. Light from the source will raise the joy and bridge the cassims of broken dreams.
The source of light, the source of life. Shining into the soul exposing all told.
Darkness slips, to shadows that hide. Will there be a time shadows are no more.
Don’t go light!