Simon Freedman

Your Own Light

Hold none but your true self in high esteem,
in galleries deserted hang your art;
in this life let your own light reign supreme.

The right word is whichever word you deem,
no moral truth exists outside your heart,
hold none but your true self in high esteem.

The bright ones aren't as brilliant as they seem,
your truth shines clearer when you stand apart,
in this life let your own light reign supreme.

The swaying hordes can never shape your dream,
their trust more deadly than a poison dart,
hold none but your true self in high esteem.

Though tongues may wag and petty minds may scheme,
the rain falls sweet on those who trust their heart,
in this life let your own light reign supreme.

The world forgot to hear your silent scream,
it still belonged to you right from the start.
Hold none but your true self in high esteem;
in this life let your own light reign supreme.

Simon Freedman © 2008