• As i walk alone through the labyrinth of dreams,
    I try to find my way without light, sight, or sound.
    i walk alone blind and deaf
    my only wish is to escape my death.

    Try as i might i cannot escape the fate to which i am bound.
    Their are no rules in this maze of webs of complicated matter.
    It is a journey that i must complete inside my mind.


    Here and there i catch glimpses of something;
    something to far away to see or touch
    I feel that i need that to carry on.

    After an endless amount of time spent traveling through time
    I find the answer to my riddle.
    The reason the plants grow is not because of magic
    but simply because they wish to.

    And the light i was looking for was not in a candle or even a star
    it was there burning small and steady inside my heart.
    Remember this...though you may journey far, and meet many dangers
    do not let that light be diminished.