The Last Remaining Light

The last remaining light

Comes with no baffler

Updowning right at your tophead

And the entire of your glade, it shines

The last remaining light

Makes you stand with no leggs

And laugh with no teeth

In a way you as a whole abide

You have nowhere to run to

For telling your story you're lost for words, too

You discontinue untill nevermore your climbing

As well, you'll never finish your arguing

When it comes, the last remaing light

Nevertheless you thank that it, yet, does so

Cause, more than numb, you feel well and cozy

Ready to complete all these undoable things

You, more than ever, feel like doing

Nobody can break your broken spine again

There's nothing left for you to finish

Nobody is able to discontent you

Though the jester in town you ever felt

Or even now so you may seem...

At the end you can see it all

Thanks to that last remaining light