The light is dark with million stars,
The light it has is truly ours…
We walk, alone,
In a stranger’s disguise,
As we know we’d end up somewhere,
Somewhere in paradise.
We sleep and dream,
And we hope to awaken,
With a hope to rise,
To our expectations.
But still we find ourselves,
Into unforeseen situations,
With nowhere to run,
With no escape.
And though we find ourselves,
Behind closed doors,
We still try to find some memory of hope…
Into the darkness, towards the light,
Towards the million stars so bright,
We try to grab some strength,
To push us to new heights.
Into the darkness, towards a dawn,
When we feel all is lost,
We hope to breathe free again,
Break through this frost.
In to darkness…
We walk alone,
And the cold may get us at last,
We may fall, before
We reach paradise.
The bed of this Earth,
May teach us to live again,
To expect less and believe more,
Would make us better and wise.
And then we’d find ourselves,
Awake and alive,
We would know what we need to do,
What we need to become.
When we find ourselves behind closed doors,
With a sliver of hope,
We’d look for windows for a memory of hope…
Into the darkness, towards the light,
We’d know how to make things right,
We’d know the reason for an existence,
Of a higher purpose.
Into the darkness, towards a dawn,
We won’t feel like a pawn,
Not enslaved by our desires,
Estranged agony,
We hope to breathe again, free,
Into Darkness…
Arsh…
