Nearing the tunnel
I can see the way is clear
Catching me as I fumble
For my release of fear

Unending thoughts, rattle my cage
Believing is seeing;

wondering, who is the real sage;
Thoughts swirl in fleeing;

Facing what is not there
To comfort, hold, and care
can only tell me; that faith is here

Light at the end has me spared
Our needs, wants, goals peered
To concern for each other
my sight is now cheered