When the light goes out, the skin begins to pale.
When the light goes out, the smile is no longer there.
When the light goes out, the eyes, they’ve lost their shine; the sparkle, no longer there.
When the light goes out, the soul lifts high.
When the light goes out, the help is ever high.
When the light goes out, there is no time to be silent.
For when the light goes out, you’ll wish you were there.
For the soul rise above, the bod lay in bare.
For the end is final. And the soul, forevermore.