The darkness looms before me as though it were endless
A night so routine it feels as if it were timeless
I force the words off my tongue instead of ringing through my head
All I have is a match, a heart of gasoline and a will half dead
If tears be a sign of pain and love be one of hope
Than I have neither that nor the blades to cope
A light lit too bright will one day fade to black
And shall so the child to whom they turned their back
Though I am no child, nor am I small and meek
Tonight, in both body and soul, oh am I so weak
