Oh, let there be light, let there be light,
The sun is rising orange and red, the colour of lust on a Sunday morning,
slanting through frosted windows.
Oh, let there be light,
A golden woman with grey fractured eyes, ribbons of white,
banners of strength on her skin,
Oh let there be light,
A new day paints the sky and my soul, my heart opens like a rose,
opens to warmth and gentleness,
How dark a shadow had been cast, and now thrown off, how gossamer is my soul,
in this new soft light that wakes me from blackness.
Ah, there is light.