As I roam through the darkness, the blackness of the night envelops me.
I stretch out my arm to grasp at any object that I can.
I feel a call rising within me.
Where are You ?
Where are You, Can You hear me?
I cannot bear to see her suffering anymore.
Yes, I can hear you my daughter.
Even though, you cannot always see Me.
I am standing right next to you.
Take my hand and I will guide you through.