The Tunnel Of Winter

Like an injured miner I drag with all my might, cold and alone, peering through the endless coal-black
Towards the distant speck of light, aching with body exhaustion, inch by inch pinned onto my back

Hauling through the perpetual gloom, night and day confusion and there's nobody throwing down a rope
But in my mind there is no room for despair, keep going, keep edging forwards, that light is the only hope

Slowly, surely, the speck grows to a dazzle as the days pass, and finally, thankfully I reach the world above
Amazed to see the vivid hues of the trees and grass, I stumble out to spring-sown muddy fields, catkins and all the things I love