i can see the light now
at the end of the tunnel
all the darkness i have been thro'
seems worth
my pupils shrink
the glare of the sun
so strong, so fascinating.
the darkness i thought
was my fate
the sun i thought
would never be mine
But
seasons come, seasons go
winter's gone
can spring be far behind?
the darkest hour they said
was before the dawn
they seem to make sense
for i can see
the colours of life's spectrum
i never knew, existed.
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