You only need light but it’s burning low.
When it’s still and you want it to flow.
You want to stay when you have to go.
You’re just fine but feel like being shot by a bow.
You shrink and you want to grow.
Its winter and there’s no snow.
You’ve been told to catch and you want to throw.
When it’s dark and there’s no glow.
You hope yes and it’s a no.
This is my confidence that I want to show.