Will the sun be rising that I won't know. cause light reaches me not. I know I'm aging and that I can't see. In darkness I am fumbling. With these hands as my eyes.
Show your soul for birth of freedom. Leave the cold to share our vision. Will you follow me. Will you walk with me. We'll hold your heart if it bleeds.
In depths so deep I can't believe. Confusion conquers and frustration wins. Into where light does not reach. This is where pain and sorrow meets. . Into denial.