Where Broken Lights Abound

I see your light my son

A light in you I made

I see there the shadows too

That burning doubts display

Question asking is this right

Or why have I done this

Questions asking if I might

The light in you dismiss

Stomp these doubts as tasteless salt

Stomp them to the ground

There between the You and I

Where stones are sharp

Where sirens sing

Where broken lights abound