I'll lead you to the light
When icy fingers of doubt start their crusade of pain across my heart, and what was once a cold exploration becomes a fierce legion, accusing…frenetically searching, an incubus seeking vindication… When in doubt my love close your eyes, and let me transport you to the labyrinth of my mind where thoughts of you are lamps burning high… where the echo of your voice is my beacon in the dark, where you are my Southern Cross that leads me to the light. Sign in to see full entry.