Stealing Light

They’re stealing light behind your eyes,

With pretty lies and lullabies.

You feel alive but something’s wrong—

You can’t remember your own song.

So turn it off, come back to you,

There’s deeper fire than they can view.

 

Unplug the noise, let silence fall,

You’ll hear the voice beneath it all.

It’s slow, it’s deep, it’s yours alone—

The place where all true things are grown.

 

They’re stealing light behind your eyes,

But now you see through their disguise.

You’ve found the thread, you’ve found the flame,

You know your song, you know your name.

So turn it off, come back to true—

The world can wait; the soul needs you.