When The Toils Of Life Are Done,
Those Awesome Months Of Waiting,
Through The Dark, To See The Sun.
Each Day Seems Never Ending,
As It Sheds Its Fleeting Light,
Yet In Passing, Never Shortens,
Nor Brings Me Closer To The Light.
That Tunnel Still Seems Endless,
Though Daylight Flickers There,
Its Well Worn Paths Must Still Be Trod,
With Only Me To Care.
But One Day In The Future,
With Luck, I'll Reach That Goal,
Where The Sun And Skies Are Always Bright,
And There's Peace Within My Soul.
