At the end of the tunnel, I see the light,
It’s always darkest before the dawn.
I now have hope that one day I might,
Stop wondering why I’m always alone.

I hear a voice inside my head,
It’s my inner voice with which I am led.
It’s in a hurry, saying I should continuously feel sorry,
Because my own burden, alone will I have to carry.

I had tried to fight it; I had tried to scream,
I had tried to wake up from this everlasting dream,
A dream where my own soul was imprisoned, cuffed and chained,
A dream where I was, continuously, being pained.

But I finally woke up, a second chance, to newly begin,
If I don’t like the outside, I can always take a look within.