Your light, so bright in my sky.
The only light left.
The only thing that matters.
Before, I had looked for other lights.
But they were dim, shadowed by lies.
Dim lights, that I held onto, but that eventually only cast me into deeper darkness.
Your light, so bright.
Your light, my only comfort.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem