A man catches a glimpse of the light now and then;
Though it can never be held, nor studied too long.
But shadows lurk by that haunt all hearts of men,
And play a sinful tune of hot, lustful song.
Where is this light when one needs it most?
To scatter the shadows and save the poor host.
It is in the imagination of his mind,
The one that as a child he left behind.
So the man fights all the shadows of his life,
And because no life enters, resumes hell’s strife.