There's not enough time to sleep now days.
There's not enough sunlight to wake me from this haze.
I stay awake thinking of all the places I can go, all the people I can meet.
And in the end it's all these thoughts that keep me from climbing to my feet.
The weeks used to seem too long, now they're feeling so very short.
I start to worry, start to hurry and hope I'm not left with nought.
Through the cold and bitter chapters and all of lifes plight..
There will be one candle burning, a guide, the warmth, your light
