Bringer of Light

I am the gift of the Gods,
And you are the Bringer of Light.
Oh, how I wish you were mine;
We could have defeated the Night.

But how can you learn to fly
before you can walk?
How do you learn to sing
before you can talk?
How do you learn to write
before you can read?
How do you learn to love
before you can bleed?

How do you learn to fight
before you can run?
How do you have faith that the Night
will end with the Son?
How can you learn to trust,
so that you can be?
How do you make the Bringer of Light
from Acetone Free?

Me with my poison pen,
you with your woman of ice.
They say I’m a cancerous mould,
A bringer of trouble and strife.

Phosgene, my friend, tell me has this no end?
I never meant no one no harm.
Wake me up now from this world of pretend;
The monsters have come up in arms!

How do you learn to walk
before you can fly?
How do you learn to mock
before you can cry?
How do you learn to bite
before they make you bleed?
You must create the Bringer of Light
from Acetone Free!

How to you learn how to live
before you must die?
How do you learn what is true
And what is a lie?
How do you tell apart
your friends and your foes?
How can you ever keep warm
in the dead of the snows?

I never did have the answers,
The irony’s not lost on me.
All I know is that somehow
You make the Bringer of Light;

-Acetone Free.