Soulsearching
In need of a word, in need of a change
Retracing each footstep

Forgive my failing hand, forgive my profound words
Turning stones to find anything that matters anymore

I want to feel joy, quiet and peace
I want to see the world that never opened to me
The fleeting eyes of innocence
The long gone treasures of the open mind

It's the urges we hate to feel, instincts taught to suppress
Yet it might hold the key to it all
How can we grow when always halted in our step?

Searching, searching
Until the lights go out

Merely a spark of belief