Creeping, creeping
Your lurking amongst the old things
I’ve fought with you and have won
You don’t exist my dear
A dream maybe..
Like fog around my glassy eyes
Felt the hardness of the earth under my feet
Have fought so hard while in the dark
And have walked along real slow, so slow
I feel now a new direction
The sky, she opened up to me
I followed as she took my hand
I was filled with light and things you only dream
I followed and was led from the thick, damp fog
She told me things, we talked a little while
And she sent me on my way
Along a smooth, lit path
I was illuminated just then as I began to run
