In Pitch Black...In restless night...Within myself...With all my might...I search relentlessly...I fight...To become someone...You'd love...Or might...Lacking much...Needing more...I wrestle with each rusty door...To face...To find...Old truths ignored...Truths I feared to face before...Sharply...Yet gently I expose...With words so heavy with want... to know..If there's a place for them to go...They whisper...They shout...I need you so. DGB Copyright