At the end of a tunel of darkness
I can see it, its a footstep away
I reach out to touch it tenderly and wake to the break of day
This dream comes to me every night for weeks
Prying deeper and deeper for what my mind seeks
a doorway apears with a window
A jolly face is staring at me
Again i wake to the farmiliar hollow tree
I call out in vain
cry again and again
Because its your face I see
you are the yearning needs of the insides of me
