Light

It's the blinding light down a tunnel.
The flashing through you eyes and into your soul.
No longer able to see, you have to stumble along.
You can't just push away your pains by a song.
It's time to be the light.


People will want you to be "Up-tight"
They start to measure everything based on the brightness.
If you can't do it right, you're now considered light less.
They're expecting us the be great.
They want us to learn from their every mistake.


But where does that leave room for our own?
It seems to me our life has already been sewn.
I want to shine a light. But one of my own devising.
Our time has come; the light is rising.


Our time for choices is coming to and end
Time to put them all in and hit send.
If you want to be there light, like just slipping on their flesh.
All you have to do is hit refresh.