The little light

In the dark 

I am standing

 

Trying to find a way

To the light

Fire sparks

Imagination

Get me to the warming light

I can't fight it all day

I know you must have your way

In this sparse little dittie

And the sparse betrothed light

I am a farce of complaining

Carole Lombard in pale silver 

Screwball pinball machine

As I stand in glowing white

I am trying to find my way back 

To the sparse sparkling light

Don't know if I'll find my way back 

To the warming little light