Darkness, real darkness, was more than just a lack of light.
Even lost in the darkness, my heart will find you.
Lies, lies are the place where darkness grows.
It was all so clear now. Like everything had been lost in darkness, and then the sun came out. Some moments are like that.
Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light.
When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?
