My brothers how has light become the very shape of night?
The hesitance to contemplate, does it clear your sight?
I’m holding onto hands so firm, my will is all you’ll feel
The taste of desperation, its essence is not real
For you see I’ve travelled many miles, my form can merge and blend
The darkness maybe present, but for sure its met its end
Dampen this light, extinguish it, why you will feel my will
For each and every, one and all, with love this world I’ll fill
So blend and weave and shape me not, for my presence here shall be
Lived in truth, the love we are, to set our brothers free