O Light of lights, undo this hologram,
This dark illusion, this uncertainty.
All that I've seen and all I think I am
Does not compare to that which I shall be.
Does not compare to that which I shall be.
The neon district sounds I do not hear.
The vanity parade I do not see.
The tempest raging 'round me I don't fear.
The light-resisting night won't swallow me.
I've walked alone; I'd rather walk with you.
Love isn't what I thought it was, I know.
I've found no other love as pure and true.
Love, take my hand and show me where to go.
O Joy of angels, Hope of all mankind,
My heart is yours; my soul, my strength, my mind.
© 2022 David Acosta
