I'm coming from the darkness once again my friend
How many more times must I face the end?
Each time I release my weary grip
I fall into the bottomless pit
And I pray someone will set me free

Coming from the darkness, into the blinding light
This time I hope and pray that things will be alright
But in my mild confusion
I sometimes forget which way to go
Everything seems to move too slow
As once more I rest my weary head

And I cry out from my tears and pain
Won't somebody please explain
The reason why I'm here at all
And why I hear the darkness call
Again, again

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