So much darkness in here
the search for the tunnel forever on-going
and it's light, in which I want to disappear
so the ever lasting scars of my fight will no longer be showing

this tunnel convinced me I am a homeless person it gives shelter to
struggling to grasp it's lie, but I should know I am where I belong to

in reality there is no light at the end of the tunnel, there really isn't
since what lights up the tunnel itself is the brightness of your existence

so live, my dear and reach high for each star
you know, it takes strength, vulnerability and a pool of tears to be where you are.