At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright...

At the end of the tunnel, a glimmer so slight,
A beacon of hope, a comforting sight,
Sometimes it's gentle, a tender embrace,
A whisper of solace, a soft, soothing grace.

Other times it's blazing, fierce and so bold,
A blaze of triumph, a story untold,
It cuts through the darkness, dispelling the night,
Guiding our steps towards the dawn's early light.

Through trials and tribulations, it stands steadfast,
A promise of better, a hope that will last,
It's the promise of morning, the break of the day,
A reminder that shadows must always give way.

So walk through the tunnel, keep faith in your heart,
For at the end awaits a brand new start,
With light as your guide, you'll find your own way,
To brighter tomorrows, come what may.