Out of darkness comes enlightenment.
Could this be true? What of the moment when everything’s new?
Is there really a start or an ending? I see the light for which my heart is mending.
Finding the path in the woods means knowing the way –
are you listening?
No, you’re reading. What becomes of the person who knows…he only finds fields of pain. Longing for acceptance what is left to gain.
I find myself dreaming of what will come only to find that everything is done?