There was a picture in my head
Of a thousand pulsing lights
That bounced on skies so carelessly
In endless pools of night
Just then one light abruptly gone
The bouncing stopped to pause
Each light grew dim with sadness
To learn the senseless cause
And when they huddled in a crowd
To wipe their tears away
They formed a giant beacon
That turned the night to day
And when their light had reached the eyes
Of those who would not see
Each light was healed made whole in hue
Then one by one set free
There is a picture in my head
of a thousand pulsing lights
– Rondym Kiefe