( By Jan Christian Sørensen )
Drop and precious stone.
Everybody could see it, but nobody saw anything.
The light trapped in a salt tear drop that fell to the ground.
The light trapped in a sparkling faceted gems.
The light that you shone with that all could see, but nobody saw.
I noticed it already in our first meeting.
Your light shines now as then with the power of a thousand suns.
We were shown the world a different type of human being.
A person who is not indulging in admiration of mica.
But a bright light that lit up the world itself.
From laugh to laugh, you were hated by many and offended away.
From fear pinnacle you fell into the deep darkness.
Nobody saw the bright light which split in all possible colors.
All admired the colored light without understanding you.
You were thrown away, you were seen through as if you were a drop.
But you split the light into the most beautiful colors and people sighed.
They saw the glare of your stones, but did not see the light hidden inside.
We have more people than those we have more light than they are.
We will not blind the world with false light we shine like bright stars.
They can not get away, we belong here more than them.
The light they turn will destroy the world and end in darkness.
Our candles will light up and lead the world on track in the clearest light.
When the world one day wake up, you will have a special place.
When the days when people become wiser, you will be their light.
That you tread the ground makes it the most beautiful place in the universe.
You went from being in the deepest anxiety to be a light can all be guided by.
You are the light in the droplet and the jewel, held captive.