Sometimes I think the lightest thing is nightFor only in the dark my mind feels clearNo lamp can calm the weight I try to fightAnd old thoughts stir the moment they appear In blooming dark my worries drift awayThe pretty things are those that stay unboundWhen I close up my eyes at end of dayThe blur grows sharp and shapes begin to sound Again I think the lightest thing is shadeWhen breath runs off and morning finds my faceI feel a part of me begins to fadeAs daylight pulls me from my quiet place So in the end I speak the truth I keepDarkness feels light and holds the softest deep

 Sometimes I think the lightest thing is nightFor only in the dark my mind feels clearNo lamp can calm the weight I try to fightAnd old thoughts stir the moment they appear In blooming dark my worries drift awayThe pretty things are those that stay unboundWhen I close up my eyes at end of dayThe blur grows sharp and shapes begin to sound Again I think the lightest thing is shadeWhen breath runs off and morning finds my faceI feel a part of me begins to fadeAs daylight pulls me from my quiet place So in the end I speak the truth I keepDarkness feels light and holds the softest deep