All of the lights
I surveyed the field
I saw the doldrums as they were drums
The light of life shimmered amongst me
But should I fold
A inquiry I asked my sire
For they constantly bemoan against me
I consider it as surreal plight
But what is real, as I monitored the difficulty
These lights
This light
It became one and glimmered like the sun in the evening
But it secured i against betrayal
It secured I against strife
This light, I presume as god's hands
