Stolen Light

Oh Darkness,
don't steal my light.
It is the last thing I have
that matters to me.

How could I see her face?
How could I smile?
I would be crushed,
crushed under your weight,
sorrow's weight.

So please,
oh Darkness,
don't steal my light.

But if you insist,
let the last thing I see be her face,
then I can smile forever.