There was a light in the city that never glows, like a glass being smashed in a silent meadow, or like a wound of great pain with a scar that never shows, It was lit like an iron, red hot with power, it was so put of place it was hard to believe, How just one thing alone could change things so differently, just one thing, like me, So I stared at that light that taught me one lesson, That when one stands alone it makes the greatest impression.
