The ray of light penetrates the windows of the soul,
Wanting and not yielding.
The bright ray of light, prying the shutters open,
Yet they remain closed, unwilling to be broken.
Shining and blinding, is the ray of light.
Even the tallest of trees, the strongest of the mountains
and the smallest of the flowers
Are dying to get a glimpse,
To bask in its glow.
The hurts ceases the pain to smile,
The withered sheds its tears to blossom.
But this light,
This ray of light
Is never enough
The soul that is already weeping in the dark abyss.