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.