Analysis of Light Of The World Shine On Me

Calamity spreads his dirty wings
 Like a vulture, preying on the old and weak
 The helpless children, shaking and shivering
 But for a mother's touch

In the dim twilight, quiet red on the horizon
 We kiss him goodbye, slowly and torturously
 With dry, cracked lips and burnt, peeling skin
 The ache heavy in our shoulders and hearts restless for sunrise

He spreads his dusty wings cautiously, looking back
 But we do not. He flies away
 Slowly, heavily, weighted down by so much death and disease
 He is a sickness growing weary

Dying embers of a campfire,
 Mostly smoking, choking out the last bit of orange
 Heat as the moon makes a final exit from the sky
 He flies into a reborn sun

Reborn as we will be with the light on our faces
 A dingy feather lying still on the ground, a reminder
 He is a ghost now, a whisper, a silence
 But ready, always ready to return