In the darkness I call my tribe
So that I,
may see the light
In grief, I am surrounded
by sadness deeply founded,
On the angst of permanent refrain
I cry out, again and again.
I hail the light that comes flowing
from my Tribe’s great knowing
that I too, will survive the darkness
words. hearts. secrets.
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It is about comfort in the darkness. You got it!