I don't mind the darkness.
I don't mind the chill night air.
I'm not afraid of what I can't see.
I'm not scared of what I can't hear.

No, I do not fear.

I find solace in solitude.
I spend my nights awake.
I ponder while I'm alone.
There is time for me to take.

There is no one here.

But in my restless nights, I think
of how I spend my days.
I see myself running, and yet
I'm standing still, no paths or ways.

I am missing something.

And though I may shun loneliness,
and scorn the nights alone,
and though I may be climbing,
there's no light in this hole.

I am left with nothing.

I know now what I want.
I know not where to find it.
I am always searching for her,
but love is well disguised.