The Light That Shines Within

Written by Sid Griffin

Let them call you matron, let them call you whore,

Let them say you're aging, like some old men from the war,

Let them scar your surface, let them tear your skin,

What goes on 'neath your surface, the light that shines within.

I see you when you're sleeping, as the sun shines down your mane,

As the sky dies in the distance, as the moon shines back your shame,

Lovin' arms extended, accepting all the same,

Who knows what you're thinking, as you hold in all your pain.

Hungry, yes you fed me, when I was thirsty gave we wine,

Naked and you clothed me, friendless, took the time,

Lonely with no direction, nowhere else to roam,

Now I've got a compass, now I've got a home.

In your deserts, in your canyons, in the hills that dot your brow,

In the broken latin villas, in your street gangs crying now,

On every beach's boardwalk, in every corner store,

Stands the new laid California, whose city's taking more.

Home to all these dreamers, drifters and the aged,

Young in all their colours, measured for a cage,

The restless and their writers, who chronicle the age,

All stand in Califonia, turn another page.

Let them call you matron, let them call you whore,

Let them say you're aging, like some old men from the war,

Let them scar your surface, let them tear your skin,

What goes on 'neath your surface, the light that shines within.

The light that shines within,

The light that shines within.

Published by Coal Train Tunes/BMI