Do we not strive to find some solace and some peace
Digging holes, exploring places to find that missing piece
Many a wandering people desire their true love to be revealed
A shy poets creative mind, where extraordinary thoughts are secretly concealed
Do we not strive to find that perfect tune whose note reflects our own face
Scouring hills, treading mountains, to find our sacred place
Some may plod along their paths for many months, many year
Eventually they grow content, doubt no longer fear
We find our hope in not what we want but more so in what we realize
Looking back on what has already passed and finding happiness in the journey through our eyes