Light filters down from the sky
It feeds flora
The flora feeds fauna
The fauna feeds itself
And yet I am here
Stuck in sorrow
Rain filters down from my eyes
It soaks cloth
The cloth covers shame
The shame feeds itself
And yet I am here
Stuck in fear
Shadows filter love from my sight
They shade joy
That joy which would mask pain
The pain feeds itself
And yet I am here
Stuck in madness
Lies filter peace from my soul
They corrupt reason
That reason fumbles meaning
The meaning feeds itself
And yet I am here
Stuck in waiting
Waiting for light to beckon
Waiting for rain to cease
Waiting for shadows to run
Waiting for lies to decrease
Waiting for sorrow to flee
Waiting for fear to flee
Waiting for madness to flee
Waiting for light to beckon
Me to Paradise
