The blackest of night,
in the middle of day.
I search for the light
but I can’t find the way.
The dark I can’t shake,
it swallows my shout.
Each step forward I take
I search for a way out.
The blackest of night,
in the middle of day.
I search for the light
but I can’t find the way.
The dark I can’t shake,
it swallows my shout.
Each step forward I take
I search for a way out.
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