The light draws nearer as I'm chased by the dark.
I feel my heart start to quiken in haste.
Terror knows now bounds to hark.
My mind seeks the glorious taste,
Of the light as I reach it barely with the tip of my finger
Before I can get a hold, the darkness devours my legs
Pulling me back making me loose my grip.
But the taste of light yet seems to linger.
I reach for anything to hold.
You reach out from the light
taking my hand
Is this salvation or
Is this the end?
