I find myself running this maze,
Time and time again,
Always taking the same path,
To the same dead end.
Where is the end,
The answer to this question,
Nobody can point me the right way,
I must find it myself.
For now I shall blindly stumble around,
Searching in the dark,
Reaching for an answer,
That may not even be there.
A black shroud,
Of deadly apathy,
And poisonous cynicism,
Covers my exitstence.
Yet through it all,
Shines a golden sunbeam,
Your love lights my path,
Like a heavenly beacon.
When I feel like selling out,
Giving in or just plain giving up,
It's your love that gives me the strength,
To fig on another day.