The tunnel is dim then dark.
I try feeling the walls, as I walk and stumble
All the matches are gone and the torch is dead
They have outlived their purpose, I tell myself
There's a choice walk on or sit on
Walk on's my choice, I'll get used of the dark.
On my walk Glowing bright lights,surround
me
I touch them and I become a glowing light
On my walk, the Glowing bright lights accompany me
Not far I see the Brightest of lights
The perfume of Peace fills the air
Yes! that is the end of the tunnel.