On a hillside, on a hilltop
The sun shines on your face and
For a moment, it hits you
That love could light dark places
But it's a moment, it passes
You regain some cognition
You're a letter, case-sensitive
Fatalistic inclination
Maybe you should take some pictures
Of relationships with you in them
(And) Maybe our lives would stop ebbing away
If we just opened up and helped someone in their deepest gloom
You're a decimal, not repeating
Nor are you terminating
Wishing you were not sentient
In regard to your state of being
Love can
Light dark
Places
For a moment, it hits you
That love could light dark places