Dark / ight

When I opened my eyes, I saw a light of hope, Shining brightly, cutting through the darkest slope. Each ray piercing the shadow of my deepest fears, A beacon glowing, promising to dry the tears. Verse by verse, the light grew strong and clear, Its warmth embracing, whispering "the dawn is near." Under its glow, a world reborn, a vision sent, A path of radiance where my sorrows seemed to bend. But as the chorus nears its end, the truth unfolds, This light of hope, in its embrace, a story told. For every gleam that guides my way through night's escape, Casts a shadow, a silent form, a different shape. This brilliance, while a beacon to my aching sight, Might be a veil of dusk to another's right. As I cherish the glow that sets my spirit free, I ponder, whose darkness, this light might be? a silent form, a different shape. This brilliance, while a beacon to my aching sight, Might be a veil of dusk to another's right. As I cherish the glow that sets my spirit free, I ponder, whose darkness, this light might be? As the light grows brighter, The darkness deepens with a fiercer might, And as this darkness grows more profound, The line between light and dark becomes more tightly bound. What should I do? How can I shine my light so no darkness ensues? Perhaps, should all be veiled in night, Is it better to exist without the light? How can I shine my light so no darkness ensues? Perhaps, should all be veiled in night, Is it better to exist without the light?