It shines in the shadows
It shines where the sun shines least
It lights up the basement
And the breeding grounds of the beast
You can always see it coming
And run from its rays if you please
There's a plot to destroy it
A plot to stifle its effect
Its engineered suppression
Is what they call "Politically Correct"
The mannequins who hate it
Ensure that its credentials will be wrecked
A witness swears to tell it
The whole of it and nothing else
It frees you from illusion
But telling it can make your world a hell
It hurts those who resist it
But it soothes the broken soul as well
You think you can hide from its heartaches
You think you can make yourself scarce
You think you can remain beyond its tentacles
But you will never escape it in the end
It's stranger than fiction
Its beauty will give your eyes a treat
It's more than just a virtue
Its objectivity so neat
It's only worth pursuing
If you think you can shoulder all the heat
The captains of darkness
Try to drown it in their brine
They pretend that its survival
Was all part of their grand design
The thing they love the most
Has a letter missing from the line
When Pilate said "What is it?"
There was no answer given
That's because it's always obvious
And only rarely hidden
If you don't know the answer
Then to you it will always be forbidden
Refrain
It shines in the shadows
It shines where the sun shines least
It lights up the basement
And the breeding grounds of the beast
You can always see it coming
And run from its rays if you please
© Copyright 2004, Alan Morrison, Sincerity Music
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