By Harry Bolman

I found a woman who’s been searching too,
Like me, she’s another who’s searching for you.
Searching her heart for the reason why
Many are the days when she wants to cry.

Where is this land where we’re happy and smart?
A place we are reminded exists in our heart.
When does all this pain and hunger end?
When do all these broken hearts mend?

“If I am to love” she cries out loud,
please show me the joy from under this cloud.
Show me the way to be wise and start
finding the love that comes from my heart.

Where is the world that we can call home?
Why did we ever become tempted to roam?
I need to love another soft soul,
and receive his love in order to feel whole.