My life reflects a shadow, caught in a world I don’t know, stifled beyond recognition, I wait the time for freedom. For I am but a mindless drone, I ask not how and I don’t question why.
For years my life has taken its toll, I’ve asked when the pain will end.
I’ve been a servant, a slave and a child.
The light, I see it, I see it, I see the opening I see the way I must follow.
The path is weathered, narrow and dry; I walk where others have been so many times.
The first steps, they hurt, they burn, and I feel that I should run back to the safety of my tormentor. What keeps me going is the chance to soak in that warm light, to feel its power drench my soul.
For I am on the journey of change.