They ask me
What I'm searching for
And I don't have
A ready answer.
How can I say
What I feel inside?
This longing...
For a place to belong,
A place to be loved,
A gentle, guiding hand
To show that all
Is not lost.
I look for a God
That I'm not sure is there.
I look for a love
That I'm not sure
Is anywhere.
All I desire
Is a place to belong.
A place where I
Can be me,
And I don't have
To be afraid
of anything.
