The Tunnel

The Tunnel


I am whistling in the dark.
Like we invented whistling
My journey in the tunnel is long
but still I am singing


The song is filled with agony and despair
and it echoes on and on
and my voice screams in the cold air:
Where do all the pain come from?


In that tunnel without sisters and brothers
Walking slowly and yet so fast
Placed to walk there by the will of others
but how long does my will last?


The road is lovley they say and full of light
It is what you make it to.
Dont demand too much and dont fear the sight
Well, my singing can guide a few.


But when the singing turns to howling
and the deamons comes to me.
The walking turns to crawling
and I wish that someone could see...


... that the light that should be illuminating my soul
is nowhere to be felt and its not heaven send.
But it is another light from a hole
and the hole is in the tunnels end.

Av Stefan Holmqvist - SHQ 19 jul 2002 14:08