I don't know if I'm ready for that day
When the sun goes down
When darkness comes my way
I endeavor to shine
My light is faint
But still bright enough
To blind the ones who hate
My strength is a mystery to me
Why do I wake each day, Is it fate?
Am I late for my passing
Or just thinking about it too early
Words swarm out my mind
Tho, I rarely speak
So I write to pass the time