I´m searching for the light, <br />but noone invented the fire for me, <br />and my hands are telling me lies, <br />about what´s coming next. <br />I´m searching for the light, <br />but I burned my hands and I´m afraid, <br />and my ears are telling me <br />to stop and to give in. <br />I´m searching for the light, <br />but it´s lost and forgotten, <br />and my feet are telling me, <br />that dead bodies are covering my way. <br />I´m searching for the light, <br />´cause noone told me that I´m blind.<br /><br />Nadine Hock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/searching-9/
