The Haze

I've seen the light,
I've seen it burn out in so many eyes
The closer you are to it
The closer you are to die

Those who have power
do not like to share
Those with nothing
want more and more

Where do you lay your trust
How are you as a judge
If your soul was a sward
who would you raise arms for?

If your eyes could see the fire
behind all things in this life
would you run and hide
would you stare until it burned your eyes

would you recognize the fire's light
Try to hold on to its power tight
or would you let it go let it flow
or would you never know

There is no going back
once you have opened your eyes
When the fog is lifted
you walk through it and the haze begins