The light at the end of the tunnel
Seems even farther now,
But it's still there.
Until it's gone,
I will still treck on,
Unabale to give in,
Unable to accept that I may be wrong,
That I may be wasting my breath.
If only the walk wasn't up hill,
If only everyone wasn't trying to hold me down.
But I can't and won't
Just sit and give up.
It means too much
And holds too much weight.
So I keep up the fight,
Following nothing but my heart
And the light at the end of the tunnel.
Placing one foot in front of the other,
I take another step closer.