The way I look at it
Everything seems bleak
There's hardly any light
I'm embraced by the darkness
Unsure of what lies ahead
Unsure of my own feelings
Unsure of everything
Is there still salvation in this life?
Does it even still exist?
Yet to manifest itself I guess
Still as I grope in the dark
In this tunnel called life
I hope to see light eventually
Light at the end of the tunnel
Where nirvana awaits me.