Mazes
The maze is so dark.
Shadows, lights- they're everywhere, following me.
Black and white shapes leave their mark.
The shadows dance and create a spark
Of fear in me.
The maze is so dark.
The shadows are so stark
Compared to me, I'll never break free.
Black and white shapes leave their mark.
The shapes followed me only in the dark.
The fear is growing inside of me.
The maze is so dark.
The maze is confusing and the voices leave their mark
On the mind and soul of me.
Black and white shapes leave their mark.
Now, I see a spark.
Perhaps, more than just a spark.
The maze is so dark.
Black and white shapes leave their mark.