The Place

Don't lose sight of all that's good
All that glitters may not be gold
But it may turn out to be silver instead.
Don't settle either, for that's not how it's played
But see with your mind and not your eyes.

Across valleys green and lush meadows
Find a place to clear the shadows
From the fog that confuses your thoughts
From the dark that empties the light
From the evil that is in all our hearts
From the despair that spreads in the night
From the doubt that makes us believe
From the moment you stepped in the door
From the storm that raged through your past
To the future knocking at your door
To the hand that will guide you forever
To the freedom of you being human
To the sunshine as it falls on your face
To the wind as it sweeps up your hair
To the pillow that will caress your head
To the sweet dream that awakes you in the day

Find a place that will comfort
That will not confine nor limit
Find a place that is true
That is free from all that is unholy
Find a place that swallows up the silence
Leaving only beauty behind in its wake

It is in that place where great things are born
and created and moulded and shaped again
It is in that place where great ideas are born
and truth finds a face in all us lying sinners.