When The Lights Go Out

 

When the lights go out

will I be in the air?

I don't want it to be soon,

'cause it's not quite yet fair -

So I fight with a prayer...


But when the lights do go out,

will there really be peace?

Will there really be stars?

Or will I simply cease?


Yes, when the lights go out,

will I be all fulfilled?

Will my business be done?

Will you remember me, still?


And when the lights go out,

I hope that I am ready.

I hope I will be won

and the ground left is steady 


for the ones I'll leave behind

and especially my own kind.

Hope they'll hum a song of 

mine

when they see the light 

left behind

shine.


2021


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