Always in search of a friend,
The ones whose tought of a bend as being the end,
It consumes you like a rat in a dark hole,
You loose your closest companion, your shadow,
It found me, and I lost my head,
No light, no tunnel, I am as good as dead,
The solution to this lies within,
But how do begin?
My only light refuses to shine,
Not even a ray,
I hope you would not wait till I'll see my hair grey,
I went on my knees and pray,
I think someone is here with me,
I listened again,
All heard was my echo.