I got the gift of light,
Had to earn it while youth burned bright
Truth is a spoken journey
This lonely word on paper,
The scattered ink on the pages,

Will define
(The limit is yet to be set for us)
Will be mine
(I'll build your statue in the sun)
Will ignite
(Cold and burning all at once)

Lately,
Sunshine sprints fast through a maze
Save me,
Blow light in my mind like a lamp
So light on, the lights on the highway
As we lay down
So turn on, our lives on as I sing right now