Substance of things unseen
Of children's dreams
Those believed for
Secretly yearned for
That of my beating heart

The hand that wipes these tears
Stills my ranting fears
Locks the monsters back in their closet
Rocks me back to sleep
That of my lonely whisper

The voice of lovers missed
The dancer with broken bones
The caged bird that still sings
The broken girl that still dreams
Keeps calm and carries on

Hope,
The lonely voice inside my head.