Musical March -- A Cave Called Doubt

Inside the Cave called Doubt

There is an echoing tunnel,

Where one could shout

And hear nothing but a mumble.

This is a place of Death.

Where your heart is hurting,

You cannot summon a breath,

And nothing seems to be working.

It is in an Abyss.

The horrors are alive,

And dark is boundless.

This is the spot miseries thrive.

But even though the Shadows

Are higher than walls,

There is something that overshadows

All the dark inthralls.

It’s a small thing called Belief

Where Doubt fades to white,

And the cave becomes a motif

For the end of the fight.
Belief walks arm in arm

With its companion called Hope.

And don’t be filled with alarm

When you’re at the end of the rope.

Because there is a way out

Of the Cave called Doubt

One must simply turn to see

The hand outstretched to save thee.