it's late, i'm tired...i'm going to try to write a poem....or maybe it's a song...

an oasis of light
in a dark world
that's where i want to be
it's what i want to be...

a stream of hope
that bathes the world
when daylight fades
and dark takes hold

the song of birds
that dries the tears
when morning breaks
and awakens fears

i don't know what that was. 
but i'm off to bed and i'll see what it looks like in the morning.