Blind.

Even though it seems dark,

There is always somewhere bright.

Because at the end of every tunnel,

Shines a shimmering light.

We will stumble and fall,

We must progress without sight.

With each scrape and each bruise,

We may tremble with fright.

But fail we cannot,

Together will take all our might.

To the end we must go,

To the end we must fight.

These tracks in our path,

May seem as cold as stone.

This path we must follow,

Why go alone.

Further and further,

No end seems near.

Your hand in mine,

I've nothing to fear.