You wanted me all colour,
you wanted me all lights,
you wanted me all peaceful,
you wanted me all smiles.
And when darkness took me over
and its shadows held me tight,
you fell down into your phantoms
and dressed up in deadly pride.
I won’t run away from silence,
it might tell me wiser things;
I won’t run away from night,
it gives me brighter thoughts.
And when darkness takes me over
and its shadows hug me hard,
I will dance with all its phantoms
and hug them all in lovely pride.
