Living in the umbra

I know it sounds like fun

But let me be the first to say

Once you’re there, you’re done.

 

It’s dark and cold-but it feels right

And there’s no light from the Son

If you ever pass by it

Just continue to run

 

You don’t understand now

But soon it will be clear

As to the “whose, what’s, and why”

You don’t want to live here

 

There is no one to cry to

And you wouldn’t dare

And your “friends” there

Let’s be honest-why would they care?

 

Thickened bushes covered by thorns

You think you can dodge them but,

Before you know it, your skin is torn

And on your wrist, a cut

 

And another and another

Until you’re in a rut

But then you hear someone calling you

Deep inside your gut

 

his words will tickle your ear

With words of material joy

But at the end of the day,

You will be his puppet toy

 

he’ll move you, swing you

To the very last degree

Until you’re in a hole

Begging, praying for mercy

 

 

 

he’ll laugh at your face

As you cry and plea

And then you ask yourself

“Can anyone hear me?”

 

But I’m sorry, there’s nothing we can do

Because of how deep and how stuck

The only way you could get out

Is with some serious luck

 

But then there swoops in a hero

A strong loving man

He isn’t like the other

This one has holes in His hands

 

So the next time you want to go into the umbra

Think about it twice

And don’t forget the Hero

That gives the best advice

 

Before you pack your bags

And want to head back

Remember past experiences

And remember to joy and love you lacked

 

Stay in the Light, my friend. You can’t see your true self in the dark.