There is a feeling like the clenching of a fist
There is a hunger in the center of the chest
There is a passage through the darkness and the mist
and though the body sleeps, the heart will never rest
Shed a little light oh Lord so that we can see
Just a little light oh Lord...
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.