Light.
Its there,
but where?
On this path all is black.
Can I turn back?
To have the sight,
to see the light,
is all that i could ask for.
I long for it more and more.
Maybe the sign will be that prince of mine,
maybe he's the key
to unlock the light in me,
to protect and to guide me
back into the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem