let's take the beam of light, but purely for example   it's flowing freely with momentum that is ample   it searches corners, crevices, there's not a shadow it ignores   it cries to night "oh darkness I am light, don't put up any fight   clear the way for brother bright" it implores      moving on we find the water's gold reflection   the light goes dancing in most every direction   it puts it's weight upon my head when it must practice it's protection   it's awfully bright and drink it in I might restore me with the bite if I'm bitten then I'll fight my own reflection      Light be bright   Light be bright      the spectrum disappears and every color's crying   give us the day for all our consititution's dying   call in the sun and the star belt that illuminates so clearly   and as it glows invisibly imposed so neatly in their rows lay the colors in the pose they know so dearly      that golden candle casts a pool of light that's flooding   those heavy hallways that were shadows will be sunny   it's melting slowly over time puts itself to sleep for good   it won't come to and all the while it knew the breeze that barely blew still the fire it claims so true because it could      Light be bright   Light be bright      Light be bright   Light be bright