I can see that light.

Through tearless eyes I can finally see that light.

At the end of this tunnel.

They always told me that there was a light.

Tears always flooded my vision.



Though it's small, and hard to find,

I know now there's a light.

The dams have been built.

No rivers will flow any longer.

For they are built of callused emotions



Blessed are the days when tears don't flow,

After lessons are learned,

And when Summits have been conquered.

I shall not forget no mountain stands alone,

And strength comes with every valley left behind.



Strength that glows past the dark surrounding walls,

Lessons that light the flame for the light to burn,

It burns as I see the end of this tunnel.

I will soak in the peace of tearless days,

I will stand at the end quite Proudly.

I began to write this months ago. I found that I had not actually found the light that I was speaking of. I had found that the light did exist though. But not things don't feel quite the same as they did when I began to write this, thus the change in the voice that I see once entering the 3rd stanza.