light
See the old ladies only left with stares
Waiting to climb heaven’s stairs.
Are you sure their fires can’t burn,
That their fires have handed on their turn
And only live in funeral urns,
Only as ashes in funeral urns?
Preacher talks of light in the night.
Old ladies inhale their fingers hold tight
To words of promise like long lost loves
That come with do not touch signs wearing gloves
Offering eternal light
To push away the eternal night.
The actor talks of the stage
Words of intent to ignite age.
Ladies stare, fires rage.
He counterfeits a page of love’s bible.
Printed words turn to libel.
Is he a sage who has come from the east
To a place unable to be reached
By the most perfect word ever preached?
Is it only by an actor’s touch that a fire starts
In an old lady’s heart
That spreads by blood and comes to be
A ragin’, stormin’, fiery sea
That plays life’s game with eternity
Where knights ride destiny’s night
Into heart’s dreams of delight
And she comes with holding on tight
Because shut eyes can only see the night?
I don’t know so you tell
Which is heaven and which is hell?
Who is God and who the Devil?
Which one is on the level?
Who can turn the darkness light?
Who has got the fire burning bright
Got the fire burning bright?