Wild World

Something is welling up inside of me, and answers I cannot find

So I’m sitting down to write these words as they fly into my mind

My minds eye can see the pain that lies just below the surface.

What in this wild world gives each of us purpose?

Our path is long, and filled full of turns hoping beyond hope, this it what I think burns.

Strength comes from within, as everybody knows, but hoping beyond hope is how strength grows.

Time goes by and wisdom comes and clearly, you soon see.

When you look deep inside yourself, you feel just like me.