The Question: Was it right?
Eludes my comprehension.

For It, was the cold wind at my back that i'd never see
It, was desperation
It, was the darkness fallen upon me.
It, was the spectre that encompassed all the monsters of my nightmares.

However, It, was the summer breeze that set me free
It, was my salvation
It, was the brightness of dawn upon me
It, was the angel who showed me the world of dreams and the pathway there.

But the Question still eludes my comprehension.

It was right,
There is no doubt,
What remains unanswered: What is the true question?