The sun has come home, but the light is not here.
I want to see something that I have never seen.
A stream of love that is overshadow by fear.
Then I cannot believe that this is me.
Why do I live for the pain rather than run from the hope.
This is not the path I have chosen to walk.
This is the hill I must climb to see the stream that love flows.
I just do not know how long I can climb.
Night falls soon, and I am not sure what the dark holds.
Misconception 