Bright as the Sun

(The Goodness of the Saint)

Your soul is so bright
It's blinding.
And while the light
Cast from it is nearly unbearable
Your soul is the most pleasant
I have ever had in my sight.

There is not one soul I can see
And I see them all
That can match what yours can be.
Few others can so much
As hold a candle to thee
To you whose soul is as bright as the sun.

You have a slight shadow that is cast,
But there will always be shadow
Where there is light.
How do you continue to dream, though
As if you'll live forever
And live as if you'll die tomorrow?

Is there a real person feigned
Behind that never ending optimism?
Are you at all pained
Behind that endless smile?
Is there bitterness or resentment
Behind your never-ending forgiveness?
Is there a lack of surety, unmeant,
Behind that endless determination?

You hardly seem human anymore.
Is it because you have given yourself away?
Piece by Piece?

The world is cruel, I know,
But I never thought
It would nothing of you,
Although, despite this
You're soul shines brighter than any other.

You have more to you than this?
This is why you truly seem inhuman?
Because you are the only one in this abyss
Who has broken never?
Because you are the only one left
Capable of dreaming like you'll live forever
And living as if you'll die tomorrow?

Whatever the reason,
You're just like the sun.
You always look just like the sun.