at the end of the tunnel
the light paints home
I’ve followed my own demise
and now I see I’m all alone
my face was the world
a mask I’ve long forgotten
don’t visit me to ask
why I was born in darkness
if I could breathe another thought
my purpose would be complete
or tell the world another tale
and leave my life in peace
but as I looked back at my life
I’d realized one more thing
it wasn’t just about my strife
my purpose was for giving