|Tangled webs entrap me, encasing my spirt tight.
Pulling with it's silky threads, I struggle to stay the night.
The light, it calls to me.
I hear it very soft and low.
The voice is but a whisper and tells me I have go.
For no one knows whats beyond light.
All who go lose their sight.
Their minds are free and their sight loss.
This what happens if you cross.
So, what seemed so bleak and encasing before.
Ended up saving you from that very bright door.