There's day,
And there's night.
But there's more light.
And not enough time to heal.

The dark collects your tears and troubles,
And locks them away.

The darkness tries to mend,
While the light continues to reveal.
No escape,
From the light.

People say "Light is good"
But we know better.
Perhaps they could,
Perhaps they do.
Maybe they conceal
And hide.
Scared for it to reveal,
For us to feel their fear
That's hidden inside.
We feel our own,
Slowly breaking us.

The dark helps us,
But the light is more powerful.
It is a circle,
Going on,
Forever.

People are afraid of the dark,
When they should be,
Afraid of the light.