There’s a road down which I seem to wind,
Where darkness shines and does its best to blind.
The road, however long, is filled with hope
there’s a faint light guiding like I’m tied to a rope.
Today it’s hard to see what tomorrow holds for me.
Sometimes in silence I still can’t get any peace
because the darkness shines without relent.
But there on the horizon, just out of reach,
A small white shining - bright like the setting
Of two suns, filling me with hope and belief
That, maybe not today or this time next week
The darkness that shines will disappear
To be replaced by a brilliant white light
And be nothing more than simply gone.
Paul Lofts