Give me a sign so that I know that fears
Are fleeting and that grace is always near.
Provide me with a path to the pure light.
For I am surrounded by dreadful night.
Give me a key to enter the kingdom
When all is dark. I long for sweet freedom.
Provide me with the sanctuary I need
From a world that grows from poisonous seeds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem