We Became Light

A standing figure made of drifting smoke dissolving upward into the low cloud above it, with a faint bloom of warm light on the far horizon.

Was created fromthe heat of the momentSo I appear in smokeUsed to look up to the cloudsbut we’re cut from the same clothWe live an illusionKnown as deathYet we wonder if life is realSimple facts remains complicatedto the basic mindBasic things come hardTo the simple mindsIn line with all that was createdWe stand yet to be defeated

I see your light from a hundred milesI sense your smilethrough countless mindsCan’t explain but yet I stayWouldn’t contain whatGod made greatAt last I seeNeither I was blindI tried and triedthen still got finedTo all the glory you were made fineThroughout history you took us highIn all intent and purposesWe became light