| The dark is heavy and my spirits are low, In this wide circle there's not much I can do. Time goes by in trickles and waves; By a thread, hangs my shriveled hope. Slowly, the dark invades my soul, and I lose the pathway under my wavering feet. As I look back to the 'once upon a time', I think that surely this must be a bad dream. All I can see before me is a black tunnel, all I can sense behind me is distant memories. No matter which way I turn to for relief, there is only a swarm of black worries. There is not much for me to do, except keep on walking down this abyss. One step at a time, one step at a time, towards what I hope is the morning light. |