how come the only light i see
tends to be the blink of blue?
as i wander farther into the dark
and farther in search of you
it is only a stone wall i meet

voices speak of a foreign hope:
the light at the end of the tunnel
i cannot see

the shadow whispers in my ear
to keep going and join them
at the end of the tunnel

'i cannot' i reply, conflicted,
my hand fixed on the cold stone

one by one i see souls go by
all but one, free to reach
the light in the mind's eye

if you stop and ask
why i refuse to leave
i would try to explain,  
but it is hard to believe
in something you cannot see;
and you do not see
the wall in front of me