Darkness.
Only the nearly dying light of people walking by is the protection from total darkness.
My light isn\'t much brighter than anybody else\'s.
As I walk by the dark river of life.
Dead people starring at me from the river\'s bottom.
I look back at them, maybe shed a tear for what they will never be again.
But some, I just snort at, turning my head in dislike.
In my world, they were nobodys. Completley indifferent of their faiths.
But some people, stays with you.
Everybody knows a hero.

Suddenly, a burst of light comes from the darkness.
It makes the other lights bright again, and people smile.
I think.
I can\'t see.
I hear them smile.
The light makes me blind.
But when the light hits my light, there are two lights.
And now I see.
The dead people.
Walking, seeing what people did right.
\'Maybe I\'m naiv\' I think. And the light is gone.
A doubt is enough.
To put the light out.