As the evening sky grows darker
Heaven seems so much farther
As the darkness grows darker
The light burns brighter
All these things strengthen each other
Without an utterance
Because what is good without bad
What is happy without sad
You have to know the opposite
In order to know how to feel the counter opposite
Love burn brighter in the dark
Some things when brought to the light seem stark
But after hiding away
When you see a brighter day
It's blinding at first but then you see the beauty
Of what has come and what is to be
The sunsets and sunrises
The clever use of a liers lies
Or the simple brushstrokes across a page
Sometimes the burning of sage
But as the morning sun grows brighter
Heaven seems to get closer
