It’s been a while, I hate to admit
It’s been a while, three or five?
The distance suffocates the breath out of it
What makes it worse is the struggle to survive
Holding on against all the storms
Holding on in spite of all the thorns
The lifeline slowly ebbed away as the horizon darkens
The universe scorns our attempts
Its illusive helping hand becomes
An element of our fake reality
We regretfully question our own morality
Then a light seeps defiantly
Evades the illusion gradually
For eternity, we are fighting the doubt
Finally the light defies fading out
There’s my savior ...