CHRONICLES OF LIGHT

I was in a Dark Room, with the willingness to liaison with her rulers,

Borrowing what's my own, lending out my soul.

With folly I nursed the thoughts of "now I am happier".

All was a false, no iota of joy abiding in a burning coal.

So I picked up a ticket, boarded a ship labelled "Truth"

We journeyed into the deep hollows, rugged gloom, till we docked at a city called "Light"

Then as my feet touched the city's soil, it illuminates me from my exterior to my root.

Making my old to be new, my guilts to be cleansed, and my dying self to come alive.