Blind
For a time,
I have been clinging to a false hope.
My fingers are slipping,
from the rope that holds me up.
I'm still falling,
down a never ending tunnel.
There's little to no light,
leading the way.
I'm walking, blindly, through the unfamiliar.
With nothing but the small hope as my guide.
I have been clinging to a false hope.
My fingers are slipping,
from the rope that holds me up.
I'm still falling,
down a never ending tunnel.
There's little to no light,
leading the way.
I'm walking, blindly, through the unfamiliar.
With nothing but the small hope as my guide.