She was light and he was darkHer skin was smooth, his skin was marked
A broken a soul, a shattered heart
The tiniest light, a brand new start
He was her reason, She was his light
Though the depression held to him tight
It anchored him down, left him incomplete
But she still held the light for him to see
He sees imperfection, she sees no flaw
He holds his head down, she stands tall
They complete each other but don’t fit quite right.
This is the story of the dark and the light.
