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You take me hand after decision
And doubt does follow into the darkness...
If nothing else
Senses and words are of no use
Just your trust, rooted solely in my hand
But you release your grip a bit
When optimism is drained dry by doubt
But there's no way out but further in
Not now... we've come too far
And i regret, for your sake, this trip
For now i am worn and starved
Fueled only by your weak grip
Lead by the dim light manifested by our memories
I drag on... but I felt it
Your desire to give up.... give in
Just to hold you in my arms again, i marched on
Nearing the light, growing brighter
The winds came t cheer us on
but your hand slipped away from me
....and our journey became my journey
and my journey became meaningless....
So i sat near the end within my reach
And i sat near the end... but the end never came....