I must admit, I'm carrying a torch for you.
Then, you
carried one for me.
When I look back and wonder,
How did I manage to
carry on?
All I can think of is you.
I remember the way I struggled along the rough path of
life,
Through a dark tunnel of misery.
Everywhere I looked, all I could
see was suffering.
My suffering. But something made me carry on.
Something
pushed me forward and told me:
Life will some day make all this worthwhile.
So I staggered onward, waiting, hoping that it would.
Praying that
something would happen.
Then, just as I was ready to give up,
Something
did happen.
I saw the light at the end of the tunnel,
That
tunnel of clinding darkness.
I struggled onwards towards that light,
And
finally reached its happy, welcoming brightness.
The light at the end of the
tunnel was a torch,
And you were holding that torch for me.