I stare straight at satan, smiling;
seeing your sight in his sanguine eyes pacifies my cries and resolves my why’s in their multitudes.
Fear dies as hades harbors heaven.
You quell hell’s spell;
this, I can tell, even in my blindness.
In your Peace, I rebel;
turn my back on the pitch black that held my sight.
I find brightness in your kindness, happiness, in my unworthiness.
I dare stretch my scorched hands to hold you;
my eyes to behold what the night foretold, a Sun to chase the cold.
I ask for a day eternal, with no end;
I ask for naught but my best friend.