Leaving it to pile.
Turning on the lights,
Showing in counting bytes.
It is not about fighting,
Or to state what is right.
It is a plight,
Knowing that it is bright.
To see the child,
Having the result is good to be filed.
To see the new candles burning brighter,
Without choking breathing tighter.
And for the proof,
The new candles already prove.
As the light keeps turning on,
In any Conner darkness logged on.
It is a privilege,
That college is not assuming knowledge.
And not to fight the right,
Or to judge the left sight.
Looking at the light,
It is bright.
That is enough to smile,
Leaving it to pile.
