The Dark Hole
Where are all the ladders?
Who took the rope?
Am I to linger down here
How am I to cope?
Whoever pushed me down here
It doesn't really matter
But who took my rope?
Who took my ladder?
Someone to share my burdens
I don't need to see
With just a rope or a ladder
I can get myself free
Ah, but what are all these faces
Staring from above me?
Whose voices are these
Proclaiming to love me?
To hell with the ladder
To hell with the rope
I'm about to be lifted
By the loving hands of hope
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