I am scared of the dark and,
With every step yet more lost.
I know no path, yet fear my steps false,
Every one an investment in mistake,
A folly of naivety and hope.
I’ll reach for the flicker ‘n’ flame,
I dare to hope – a chance not lost.
Where I’ll be is gone; where I was,
Where I head, all forgot.
No, there’s a place for me,
For all us stumbling and reaching,
With no cause to hope –
Yet that is what we’ll do,
All with hope to fight despair.
Last I saw in light,
Was one green Californian spring.
And memories cheat me but before –
Before things went dark, before I feared
A devil’s footsteps trod truer than mine,
Yes, there was light and a line to walk.
And there, somehow, I shall find myself a way.
Words by Sydney F.W. Stout