The tunnel seems very dark and it's so hard to walk.
Am I turning blind, or is it just a trick of my mind.
Wings of my hopes, just pull me like a rope.
Take me somewhere, where I can evoke.
Whenever I start to pull myself up, A little further in I go.
If what I feel is light ahead, A bit heavier it always show.
I try so hard not to break,
I try so hard not to wreck.
It's only hope that holds me here.
It's Allah's grace I cope in here.
