I may stand inside the shadows, But the shadows don’t stand in me. There’s a glow beneath my ribcage, A quiet fire only I can see. Every breath becomes a lantern, Every heartbeat feeds the flame. What they call magic feels like memory— Light has always known my name. And the more I feed, the brighter I become. A hunger for truth, a hunger for sun. Photosynthesis— I rise on the light I take in. Even in the dark I’m luminous, Growing from the warmth within. Photosynthesis— My spirit turns light into vision. I see the world, I see the path, And I see you in the prism. Full of light, the world unfolds— Colors I never knew were there. Truth leans close and whispers softly, Guiding me like gentle air. I see forward without fear now, I see meaning in the small and grand. And when your silhouette meets mine, I see a future we can both withstand. And the more I feed, the more I understand. Light is a language, and love is its hand. Photosynthesis— I rise on the light I take in. Even in the dark I’m luminous, Growing from the warmth within. Photosynthesis— My spirit turns light into vision. I see the world, I see the path, And I see you in the prism. Let the night fall, let it try— I carry sunrise in my chest. Every shadow only teaches Where the light inside me rests. Photosynthesis— I feed on the light that’s mine. Turning hope into radiance, Turning moments into shine. Photosynthesis— A glow that no dark can sever. I see the world, I see you clear, And I feed on this light forever.
