A light at the end of the tunnel
There's a light at the end of the tunnel,
A light as dim as can be.
Walking on a path that’s already written,
But it doesn't feel like your masterpiece.
Where the silence is always loud
And the crowd waits at your feet.
This story has never been yours,
But it's yours to complete.
Are you tired of always waiting?
Being told what to do?
You have a voice that’s quiet—
It can't even be heard by you.
You take a shot in the dark,
No clue where the arrow goes,
Drawn back by a string of doubts
Targeting what nobody knows.
So, you trace the ink on the pages,
The ones you were forced to read,
Wondering when the actor stops
And the author begins to bleed.
The stage is built on whisperings,
The shadows grow long and deep,
While you guard a dream you never chose
In a world that’s fast asleep.
Set down the script you were handed.
Let the cold arrow fall to the floor.
The path only stays pre-written
Until you refuse it once more.
Step out of the heavy silence,
Turn your back on the waiting crowd;
The quietest voice in the dark
Is the one that learns to scream out loud.
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