It is I you need

What are we, without love But a spec of dust in the universe
Even one, without a held hand,
The love of his material things surround.
The base of all, even inside the worst, it is there It is vulnerable, but strong and capable.
Powerful to say the least, it is everywhere, hidden in the open, waiting to be seen.
Yet some cover up their light, and let their dark love cascade their lives.
The light is still there, if only we could have the heart of a child that resides in us.
Learn to love again, turn around and see the light that has always been, and always will be