The Light (The Light of the World)

What is this light I've tried to seek?
I climbed to the top, but the sky is bleak,
cold, and gray. Winds shake the trees.
Alone and scared, I walk among thieves.

What is this world I've run away to?
No light in sight, no sign of You
Barren graves litter grimy streets,
while corpses sniff out strong heart beats.

What is this place, where screams never die?
All hope is lost as creatures fly.
Tears hit the ground, forsaken and dry.
"There is no God," echoes through the sky.

Harlots sell tainted love to men,
as children watch, accustomed to sin.
Babies are born in alleyways,
feeding on rats 'cause "mother never stays."

Where is the "heaven" that's highly acclaimed?
It's supposed to be perfect, but all is defamed.
The chasm that I crawled up has long closed.
I'm a slave to Hell's "Utopia", bewildered and exposed.