In the stillness of dark memories of light come forth. Memories that ease, memories that bind, but not so much as the constant darkness. The light is warm and draws you near, but the light stings and burns. The need for light seems confusing for the twilight moments of leaving the dark. The light gives vision along with the burning. The light reveils earth and other life. These things were in the dark as well. The cave is made of stone, and coming out of it one must have been alive. What now drives this being further from home? Curiousity the need to explore the good and the bad, the best and the worst of a new world.

Very insperation song wish it was longer, but still very insipering. Your paper my good artist!

Thanks, I wasn't expecting such a long response from someone.

I know it isn't as long as it should be but I'm glad you're still inspired by it.

also if you ever need a writer let me know and I'll do my bst.

Thanks for the offer but I prefer writing using my own words to express how I feel.

I respect that, I also do editting. Having others read your work can be very useful too. I am a man of many words and talents.

Good work:)

Thanks.