I walk
the stairs
in the dark,
feeling my way
down, unknowing
where the last step lays.
Someday I will loose my grip
for I will never see through darkness
and nothing will make me turn around.
I walk
the stairs
in the dark,
feeling my way
down, unknowing
where the last step lays.
Someday I will loose my grip
for I will never see through darkness
and nothing will make me turn around.
