There's a light at the end of a
tunnel they say, but thus far, it
hasn't come my way. Wherever
it's supposed to be, I hope it
hasn't evaded me. I'll keep
looking for that light and maybe
soon, it will brighten my night.
When it comes, I'll be ready.
There's much, I want to do.
Somehow, I hope that light,
will keep shining through.
There is a light, out there
somewhere. When it comes
to be your turn, that wonderful
light, will surely burn!
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