I stand by the shores of the lake,
The mist laying silently over it
Hiding its surface from my sight.
I look out into this grey world,
Wondering what is out there,
What maybe floating into my life.
The fog starts to lift,
Lift from the lake,
Lift from my mind,
And I see it.
I see the reason I am here,
The reason for my being,
I see the light.