We turn and what we see at all corners are walls.It's a pit, pitch dark; there's no light coming from anywhere.We turn back to self, to our mind, in search of hope, but who knows tomorrow?Who? And it's for that that we are hopeful; same reason not a few would have given up.We are those who do not expect the worse... We are those who in approach differ... We are those you must meet...those you must be like...we are the end that was not in sight...we are that light that have known darkness...
