Waiting at the End

Now, I think I know
who I am looking for,
and who I am waiting for.

Waiting at the end of the tunnel
to hold my hand,
clutch my arms
and see my soul
is someone
who will walk me in faith,
will walk with me in faith.

I feel the heat of the light
at the end of this dark subway.
When I get there,
another ending that will be
a new beginning.