Darkness: Hello there long lost friend,
I'm sick and tired, please take my hand?
Let's walk until my mind is clear 
of all the things I once held dear. 
Fill up my mind with feel good lies, 
So I can ignore my Father's cry. 
I know He really cares for me 
but for right now, I can't come clean. 
There's something special about The Light, 
It doesn't let go, puts up a good fight.
It lets you run as far as you'd like,
until finally you realize Who's holding you tight.