Tears rolled down my cheeks,
As the sadness crept into my Heart,
The Light of my Master, if I do not see,
In vain will my life be.
Do I feign, or am I worth,
I know not, at least, not yet,
All things do have a reason, but.
Is what I must trust.
The bees come for the light,
The light that shines so bright.
So desperate to catch it, as they are
They know not of the fear,
Of losing their way, or of death.
Get to the light, they must.
Get to that Light, I must.