The pictures of the future seem blurred,
The lights on our paths seem dim,
In the darkness of reality we journey,
through the valleys and shadows of death
we trek.
we strain our eyes through the mist of insanity
trying to catch a glimpse of sanity.
The light lies at the end of the tunnel
and from divinity we derive our strength,
taking step by step in faith,
Faith, which is the substance of hope
for the things not seen.
