What of light resembles purpose? Guide to those who tread dark, Traveling life's unforgiving currents, No visibility in Mother Nature's backyard; where the wild things are Illuminate my way to freedom, As I loom in wait, with fireflies Wiping sleep from my tired eyes, I'll be here - waning in the Moon's last performance A front row spectacle, Enchanting, yet cold Bitter, but sweet The sensation never gets old, It echos just beyond my ears, even still You just have to let go, It's okay, cry, Beacon Shine through me

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