In a way full of darkness
In a way full of darkness,
In a way you can't see,
You never think of a goal or an aim,
Only wishes to get free.
In a way full of darkness,
You stretch a hand to touch,
A wall to guide you through,
There is nothing sharp as such.
In a way full of darkness,
There is nowhere for hope.
Just waiting for a ray of light
To be the aim in your scope.
In a way full of darkness,
Man is like a wrecked ship,
Fighting the crashing waves
Of mad hopes they skip.
In a way full of darkness,
You never look for land,
Yet you stick to everything
You feel near your hand.
May be it is the edge,
May be it is a piece of wood.
Amazingly, it is only hope,
It survives as long as you could.
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