Late at night,
My head resting on the pillow,
Until the sun comes up,
Turning left and right,
As my thoughts twist and turn,
In my brain, crooked neurons,
Doors wide open like a night shift court,
I couldn’t gather my mind,
Couldn’t find my way to clarity...
The part where I say "Well, that's how it is,"
An endless, never-ending answer,
A response I am incapable of giving,
Made of simple assumptions known by all,
That burn me, destroy me,
Criticizable and unsettling,
A tangled web of thoughts that starts again,
But never ends, I’m stuck…
After the night, there’s light,
I know I can’t wait,
A light in the darkness,
A guide,
A lighthouse on the horizon,
If only I could sigh, if I could see,
If only I could walk slowly and surely.
All roads lead to Him,
All voices call to Him,
All traces find their way to Him,
All questions find answers in Him.
But I can’t find the road to reach,
Without delays, detours, or shortcuts,
A light in the darkness,
A guide,
A lighthouse on the horizon,
If only I could sigh, if I could see,
If only I could walk slowly and surely.
I’m looking for an exit, just, only,
My body is tired,
My mind is in need of rest,
To get to the point, just a trace,
A trace to follow...
The last resort is a knee to sit before,
If that fails, draw your own fate.
I’m only searching for a trace,
But I can’t find or see it,
With an endless cry I scream,
Enough, let the curtains rise,
Let consciences take the remote control,
And lead us to the final word,
On the path of Truth.
After the night, there’s light,
I know I can’t wait,
A light in the darkness,
A guide,
A lighthouse on the horizon,
If only I could sigh, if I could see,
If only I could walk slowly and surely.
All traces will gather at the same point.
