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?