When will the time be right to keep a steady stream of light. Aiming high a light in the middle of the night before day breaks and the moon wakes on the other side.
There's a switch and a wire to light up an empire. There's a sadness and liar in a funreal pire. The longing for the eternally lit light for the rest of our lives lies in the heat of the nights stars so bright.
Shimmering, shining, glittering beaming, flashing, flickering, and gleaming inside. And it's alright, it's alright.
