To lead the blind

A warm embracing bitterness
is closing in on me.
The eyes that took my loneliness
they can no longer see.

And all this pain,
the angst, the hate,
I shoulder all of it.

And in this rain,
I'll shelter you,
I'll keep your candle lit.

So do not fear the dark you see,
I'll bring the colors back, my child.
Let your imagination run so free,
your creations should run wild.

For I will be a singing bard
and in these stories I will tell
the heroine will fight as hard
as you did fight, and you did well!