We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.-Joseph Campbell
Sound? I cannot I can only crawl towards the light That travels farther the more I advance The only sound I can manage Is a squeak That reminds me of the torment I survived clawing myself out from the pit And everything I lost But as I near the apparent end of this never ending tunnel Where I will feel the sun on my face again And be rid of this insatiable darkness I'm also reminded of all I've learnt;Life doesn't keep us down
As long as we have legs and arms to walk and crawl Our only excuse is ourselves Sound? Is anyone out there? Will anyone hear me if I wailed with the last of my strength? You're all out there, fighting your demons I'll muster the remaining of my strength To reach the light Sound? No one will hear me And one wail is all I can manage I'd rather not... Sound