Sometimes There is a Light br br Sometimes there is a light, br That shines on after pain. br In the eyes it is bright, br Like it has no recollection of rain. br br Most I have seen are extinguished br By the agony of loss, br Suns that have been diminished, br The joy taken by sheer force. br br They exhibit a wooden melancholy, br A giving up of sorts, br A longing for joyous memory, br As though they were reticent Ghosts.