Somewhere
waiting to come out.
I wonder if I'll find it
behind the noise and doubt.
There's a poem in here somewhere
buried in my head.
And maybe I can write it,
before I go to bed.
There's a dream in here somewhere
beneath the crush of life.
And maybe I can dream a world
without the violent strife.
There's hope in here somewhere
a balm against all woes.
And maybe I can share it
those in troubles throes.
