Darkness is most beautiful of all
Within it we can hide each fall
Each man is equal, each man is free
No more than equal each of us can be

The light shows our every flaw
Before jealousy grips us with green claw
In light we cannot hide
With each comment we lose our pride.

The darkness hides what light will show
Our hurts, our fears, what makes us low
But the light illuminates these
So others in search of happiness can do as they please.

Why do we celebrate light above dark
In light we leave ourselves open to each emotional mark,
When in darkness we can be safe
In the knowledge our flaws with us will stay
To not admonish, our egos safe.

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