the light at the end of the tunnel
the sun over the horizon
it seems so close but always out of reach
...
it is from the heart,
like nothing in this world,
our bottomless source of joy,
vicious in its nature,
...
my black and lonely heart
left alone to its demise
broken and beaten
is there any surprise
...
if you could see me would you cry
if you could change me would you try?
...
from morning to night
all i think of is you
never wanting anything else
...
The Epitome Of Happiness
the light at the end of the tunnel
the sun over the horizon
it seems so close but always out of reach
forever searching for more
looking for another source
its to bad its not something you can teach
intangible warming of the soul
colourful, but invisible
i know its there, because for it i crave
will i find an infinite source for me
to have forever with me
the greatest gift to me you ever gave