Searching
Here I am alone
Heart cold, and like a stone
Your hand comes through,
But how do i know that it is really you?
A warm feeling comes to life,
And it is nothing like my life.
Holding back the urge to scream
But nothing here is what it seems,
And when i find the hidden light,
I hope for peace and joy in my life.
But when i finally find you,
I will know that my search is through.
Copyright © Hope Ballard | Year Posted 2011
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