I search for an exit
from a world black and gray,
I search for a light
to show me the way.
The path is so rugged
and I trip upon the stones,
I call for some help,
I find that I'm all alone.
For my life is a journey
upon a raging storm,
I need your gentle breezes
to soothe and keep me warm.
Yana Petkov
April 21, 1975