Thank You

Akkiko

Touching through the darkness and gloom,

Reaching to a heart of stone.

Why do those whithered fingers of yours reach for me?

Why don`t you care about your own heart?

Mine long ago was turned to stone.

Mine long ago was an unfeeling coal.

But still those fingers reach, and a heart pleads to change.

How could I not be touched?

How could the world not move me to live?

How could I miss the blinding light at the end of the tunnel?

How can I thank you?

How can I say how much light means to my heart of darkness?