dear darren,
seeking path has never been this hard before.
everyone used to watch my back, ready to catch me if i fall.
now i have to stand on my own two feet.
try to find the road that i would never know it is exist.
here with me is a burning candle.
getting shortened in every move i make.
the wind may steal the light in every step i take.
all i can see is an endless tunnel.
it seems longer (more…)
