Light Above
Ashton Nyte
Oh light above
A gentle sigh
I’m too old to feel this way
And too young to die
The pain in my side
Thorns of doubt
I whisper your name sometimes
I used to shout
When the day runs out
Again
Oh light above
Meet me at dawn
And all the photographs I have
Will keep them warm
And I’m alive
I’ll survive
The storm
And I’m alive
I’ll survive
The storm