Before me lies darkness beyond compare
An abyssal space, no end in sight
Yet before the pain I can no longer bear
To my eyes arrives a light
Without a form, a concept born of air
It’s outstretched hand I grab, and very tight
For me, this saviour is so rare
I must hold on with all my might
A person? ‘Tis is a title many share
For so long so wrong, now so right
A shroud of misery is no longer what I wear
My change so strong, I could take flight
Though slips into gloom and doom are not so rare
This life of mine is no longer eternal night
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
Before me lies darkness beyond compare
An abyssal space, no end in sight
Yet before the pain I can no longer bear
To my eyes arrives a light
Without a form, a concept born of air
It’s outstretched hand I grab, and very tight
For me, this saviour is so rare
I must hold on with all my might
A person? ‘Tis is a title many share
For so long so wrong, now so right
A shroud of misery is no longer what I wear
My change so strong, I could take flight
Though slips into gloom and doom are not so rare
This life of mine is no longer eternal night
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