3: LightLight is not living, yet carries a pulseLight is not running yet follows it's courseLight is perfection yet shows every flawLight is deception and breaks every lawLight is the burden which young shoulders bareLight is the heart which the innocent wearLight is the tip of a cigarette's noseLight is a mixture we're not meant to knowLight is the dew on the grass growing dampLight are the streets at the feet of a lamp Light are the stars in appearance and massLight are the waves over beaches of brass