Love from the lights.

When the light goes out,
We still feel the same.
To stress to get the hate out,
for you I feel the shame.

When the lights get dimmer,
I believe we can make it.
Without the words of a sinner,
up is what they made of it.

When the lights get brighter,
we can be ourselves.
Only when the lights get lighter,
we can love each-other.