Tunnel of Light
A ticking clock in silence
Fading light, brushing
I am fighting my conscience
In this tunnel of my heart, seeking
For an answer of unasked question
For a reason to keep this feeling as mine
When I know keeping means excruciation
Still the question whirling, in this tunnel of my mind
What should I do with these feelings?
So forbidden yet so strong
Will you understand me even when nothing that I’m saying?
Will you embrace me or accuse me as being wrong?
By this tunnel of life I am standing
Wishing that I can travel through the life timeline
To find the right time, place and wording
To present my heart to you, my dear sunshine
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