We would if we only knew
what we desire to be true
While I imagine my life before
I wonder about just wanting more
The island I stand upon is firm
hasn’t ever let me wander my term.
What would we know if tomorrow
we were asked to benevolence show.
I once stood inside a naked room
with fear of knowing I was the broom
If God spoke to me today this way
what reason would He have anyway.
I listen to the Moody Blues for solace
everyday ahead of me remains a guess.
If I might cry to shield the pain of now
perhaps one might come show me how