The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors.

Flirting with the fringes of dark and light.
Everyone certain of wrong and right,
and when it suits them best.
Judging others pointing fingers,
It's not black and white, it's becoming a quest.

The lines are becoming blurred and I'm unsure.

I'm looking for light, a light at the end of the tunnel.
In these times of trouble.
I'm looking...