The Gift

Lost in the caves of confusion
deep in the rocks of fear,
would that I could be reached
so that I know I am here.
Steeped in the shadows of silence
floated in pools of despair,
would that I could reach out
so that you'd know I am here.
Locked in the chambers of darkness
hidden from your voice and your light,
would that I could reach out
so that you'd know I could hear.
In this hellhole of horror I stumble
this isn't the life that we'd planned,
would that I could reach out
so I'd hold the love in your hand.
Afraid of the world and its mystery
wanting to know how to live,
when will I feel I can reach out
and be the one to give?