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The end of the darkness P2
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Darkness And so I stumble onwards,
Along the path that was set just for me.
And I try to find my strength
But I just end up on my knees.
My hands are full of dirt,
and tears fall from my eyes,
I lay on my back and stare at the blackness
and I realise all the good man did was lie.
For, I cannot find the light,
Nor can I find my strength;
the darkness has become tangible
and I'm not strong enough to take a breath.
I am ready for it to pull me under,
I'm ready for it to end,
when I hear some footsteps
right beside my head.
Looking up, I find him-
the young man I saw before-
he gives me a knowing look
and pulls me from the floor.
"Come, now," he says gently,
"do you know what I have found?
It's hard to find your feet
when you are laying on the ground."
I don't understand at first,
but then I do-
I can never give up;
I have to see this through.
So, I keep walking strong
Through the continuous night.
I keep walking on,
until I have it in my sight.
I have finally found it-
My illuminating light.
