It came as fast as a train,
the bright light.
At first, I thought it was a plane,
the bright light.
But then it brought disdain,
the bright light.
I thought it couldn't bring no pain,
the bright light.
Then I fought it in vain,
the bright light.
But soon it went over the plain,
the bright light.
And all was back and sane,
When it arrived again over the plain,
I knew it would go away again,
I didn't fight it in vain,
Because death is not a pain.