Everybody is afraid of me,
If they’ll have to choose, i’m not an option
I am cold and not warm,
But i can make you sweat.
I can send shiver to your spine,
I can make you weak and numb.
I am dark with no trace of light
But one day, a little girl was lost,
No road to travel, but my cold post.
“Keep moving, little one and search for the end.
There is the light, a glimpse of light!
Let it grow bigger, and please don’t come back again.”
I heaved a deep sigh, as if i am hurting,
As the little girl pass thru, i can feel her pain.
I am the darkest tunnel, and i am not good, i induce pain.
Years pass-by, a lady is lost, she is walking as if enjoying my cold post.
“Keep moving passerby and search for the light.”
“It is okay, Mr. Tunnel. I just want to rest a little bit.
I have been here, so lonely and lost,
Being here again, searching for light,
The prettiest light, that i don’t often see”.
A decade have past, an old woman is lost.
“Don’t mind me Mr. Tunnel, just let me through,
I may old and weak but i can walk,
I am searching for the light, that only you can provide.
I am not afraid, for i have been a constant passer In this darkest tunnel.”
So the lost little girl,was the lady and the woman,
My constant passerby, not afraid of the dark,
For in the end, she will see the light.
I am the darkest tunnel, come it be a passetby,
at the end there will be light.