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Aengus

There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

I am warm, I am fed well, I hear echoes of beautiful sounds.

Here it is dark.

What is waiting out there for me?

There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Here it is dark.

I shine in my comfort, glow with joy for my life, dream of pink fluffy clouds.  I am my own light. 

who is waiting out there for me?

It is dark.

I am told darkest winter... black night skies, skeletal trees, dead white bones of frost...  I am told it is darkest winter waiting out there for me.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

But, I am the light at the end of the tunnel.

I am waiting for myself.

Page last updated: 21st Apr 2010