I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I welcome it in
desperate for rest
I run till i fall in search of it all..
The charm of the quiet
I’m under its’ spell
I scream till I yell
hungry for anyone to look at me and tell..
I may be alone
as my grasp gives way to the icy fingers on their own
no one there to warm my hand..
It’s ok – I understand..
The only way outward is inward
Don’t think me coward
for there isn’t a lie I’d rather know than the truth..