To some the light is worthless.
To some it's unimportant.
To some it means nothing.
But to me, the light is everything.
It keeps my heart warm.
It keeps my heart strong.
It keeps me wanting to move on.
Sometimes I put out the light...
With the stifling nature of my haughtiness.
I watch you squirm in the cold.
I watch you thinking about giving up on the light.
The best thing?
The light is still there..
Just dimmer, quieter, softer.
It's hard to see, feel..
But it's still there.
The light isn't extinguishable.
It is eternal....