It is dark everywhere, with my eyes open.
Candle in my hand but no light to guide.
As I do the walk without any talk, I hear the silence from all around.
I don’t feel the ground, with my numb leg. And I am too old with crumb of hope.
I was in my sleep, is this a dream? But I am dumb to scream.
I feel the wind, glad I am not alone.
Let me glide with the wind, to where it takes.
As twilight shines, I see heaven.
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