Switch
If all the switches remain pointed downward
Then soon the hope for light is soured
And yet from up above something showers
No longer the hand of darkness cowers
It tries to sidle its way into the heart
Pushing it back is what sets one apart
If you could manage to flick on one light
That would make the whole world bright
If only in a single quiet corner
Then teach that trick to a foreigner
And we will light the whole world over
So that miracles shall continue to occur
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