let's take the beam of light, but purely for example
it's flowing freely with momentum that is ample
it searches corners, crevices, there's not a shadow it ignores
it cries to night "oh darkness I am light, don't put up any fight
clear the way for brother bright" it implores

moving on we find the water's gold reflection
the light goes dancing in most every direction
it puts it's weight upon my head when it must practice it's protection
it's awfully bright and drink it in I might restore me with the bite if I'm bitten then I'll fight my own reflection

Light be bright
Light be bright

the spectrum disappears and every color's crying
give us the day for all our consititution's dying
call in the sun and the star belt that illuminates so clearly
and as it glows invisibly imposed so neatly in their rows lay the colors in the pose they know so dearly

that golden candle casts a pool of light that's flooding
those heavy hallways that were shadows will be sunny
it's melting slowly over time puts itself to sleep for good
it won't come to and all the while it knew the breeze that barely blew still the fire it claims so true because it could

Light be bright
Light be bright

Light be bright
Light be bright