There is a light,

at the end of this night.

The tunnel has no ending,

Yet there is no beginning.

I run towards the light,

hoping the night,

Won't catch up with me.

'Cause if it does,

I know where it goes.

I will be swallowed,

like a fly.

Be in a place,

where there is no escape,

from this darkness.

I walk towards the light,

trap it,

keep it in my hands.

The darkness ends,

a new beginning.

Out of the tunnel.

Dedicated to: Birdie