Hidden Things

Hidden Things

We can't see what we've not been shown
So much is hidden, so much unknown
So yes the search may seem in vain
But some must search despite the pain

For people ask 'what's going on?'
And well they might - where's happiness gone?
Let's never settle for 'that's my lot'
Search on, lest what we have may rot

And just beyond the magic door
The world of dreams, so far from war
A peaceful place of great delight
Hope, faith and love through day and night

Keep believing, then, for all is there
It draws us in, so let's prepare
Your strength and courage in great demand
Good things are hidden, good things are planned