Sweats have turned blood My legs are weak Temporary turning me ******* I can no longer move Not a single step forward
My sorrow overwhelming, consuming I've travelled alone, left alone Hopelessly helpless in my journey In this tunnel of depression I'm condemned to suffer forever
But wait! I see something I can finally see the end of the tunnel from where I worthlessly lie Greeting me with a shiny light As bright as sun
Light, they say is hope, assurance, intrepidity, life, end of darkness, new beginning... Help is here! The suffering is almost over The curse of an unending loneliness Is broken, perhaps
Find me strength To drag myself once more To endure the pain one last time, hopefully Yes! Light! It brightens per each pace I move
But what if it is a train approaching? What if it's only a figment of my imagination? Just like the last time - countless times It makes things worse each time, quite deceptive And yet, it feels, like them all