There is light at the end of the tunnel I know

There is light at the end of the tunnel I know,
Never have I seen it, though.

The tunnel has been dark and cold,
And the walls are covered in slime and mould.
If only there was someone who could hold,
A light for me and make me bold.

Still, there is a light at the end of the tunnel I know,
Never have I seen it though.

I feel blind and nowhere to go,
And long for the sunshine and the glow,
Outside, where the rivers and rivulets flow,
And the trees and flowers blossom and grow.

And I walk on, because, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, I know
Never have I seen it though.

-By me.