As i sit in this tunnel filled with black,
awaiting my carrier to take me back
this weevy tunnel , thoughts filling my head, trying to untangle my thoughts from this web,
i hear voices shouting back at me,as I\\\'m trying to set myself free, i start to run the echo is deafening,
in my head hearing a sorrow filled Cynthy, i hear footsteps following closely behind, i pick up the pace to a scary find, voices yelling \\\"just want some fun\\\"
when all I\\\'m thinking is run faster run.
my breathe quickens my throat dries, take the next turn don\\\'t do otherwise, i turn the next tunnel tears filling my eyes, what have i done how could this be, all I\\\'m wanting is my soul to be set free, my pulse quickens, heart pumping out My chest, this is a tunnel i know best, is it my time should it be, don\\\'t let this book close on me,
show me the light at the end of the tunnel, take me to it
guide me through it, guide my soul let there be light, i know its there tears falling down my face,
i know its my time.... dying as i slowly drop the pace, i look up to see a white light, as i grow wings and fly out of sight
