I lie here staring at the starry night

Vincent Van Gogh you really got it right.

Your brush strokes paint the darkness in your life

Behind every brush stroke I find

A little bit of light..... a little light

The sound and fury kept me up all night,

Count no counts and feeling all uptight.

The struggle for the soul is a terrible fight.

Behind every word I find

A little bit of light.

It's a beautiful thing to see through the eyes

Of pain and heartache laid into the night.

You run from the darkness in this life,

But if you turn around you'll find

A little bit of light - a little bit of light.

The blackest sea would tell a tale

Of journeys the chosen few have prevailed.

The failing dream could reach the highest high

And love comes tumbling down

In a little bit of light - a little bit of light.

Don't forget the sunflower and the lilies fair

The spotted horses and that old black bear.

Laughter turns the tears we often cry

And joy comes crashing in

In a little bit of light

It's a beautiful thing to see through the eyes

Of pain and heartache laid into the night.

You run from the darkness in this life,

But if you turn around you'll find

A little bit of light - a little light.

It's a beautiful thing to see through the eyes

Of pain and heartache laid into the night.

You run from the darkness in this life,

But if you turn around you'll find

A little bit of light - a little light.