Here I stand,
alone near cruelness,
with the crest of kindness,
that rains with light.
Against the darkest fears,
which have drawn near,
to the darkest black hole,
of the unfelt or unknown.
But now I sense,
the crest of kindness,
glowing a dark pink,
soft light.
Defeating the darkness,
with its caring light,
of the glowing,
crest of kindness.
Now I carry it,
wherever I go,
with its rain of light,
which glows gently,
the crest of kindness.