Faint are the feelings of hope

For I have yet to muster the courage

To depart from this dungeon

The place where I have fed my fears

A light of hope beckons to my spirit

But fear blossoms, and it blooms

And when that season has come to an end

When it is frail and heavy

The light beckons once more

But my soul is in limbo as I searched for a hand

But no one seems to care