The Light in the Dark

Out of the darkness and into the light
That is where my soul desires to take flight
My heart and my  head not completely in sync
Yet my wants and my needs seem to be the same thing

I hold on to moments of days gone past
Hoping beyond hope my memories will last
I want to give promise to those in despair
But my own sadness confounds me and words seem so bare.

Yet out of my Darkness
My deepest despair
Despite all the sadness
The sorrow and trials
Those I seek to help
Aide in casting the light.

So when my world seems bleak
Disparaging infinite and heaped
I look for the light from the others in front of me
And the my darkest hour doesn't look so deep.

So look for the light at the end of the tunnel
Even if it seems as if it's just a flash or a glimmer
Sometimes that little spark is all it will take to push you ahead
A path laid before you by someone with foresight
And Blazed a small path so you wouldn't get lost.



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