At the end of the tunnel, is there a light? Was it worth it to start the fight? The end looks full of gloom, The flower left before bloom, To see your bruises, To know your pain, I don't care what I would have gained. I wanted to help, There is nothing I wouldn't have given up. The life I have to spare, Finding someone like you is rare. Can I help be your light? Can I help you through the tunnel?