There must be a beautiful morning somewhere,
A place of Mercy and Grace and the dawn is fair;
A place where a helping hand is held out,
An ear that will listen stands poised and ready to help out.
A place you can go when your heart needs attending,
A place where a spirit gets healing and mending;
A place where love's fire burns bright day and night,
And in from the cold you may warm by its light.
There must be a brilliant evening somewhere,
Where the sun finally sets on pain and despair;
Where the coming of night is not filled with grief,
And comforting friend brings you joyful relief.
A place where the sunset is apt to reflect,
A day without malice, without disrespect;
A place where the only tears shed, are for joy,
And a heart is not battered and bounced like a toy.
There must be a wonderful day somewhere,
In a place filled with love and a great need to care;
A place where the burdens of conflict are lifted,
Where love is a skill and all lovers are gifted.
Where daily are spoken the words that support,
And every mistake is not met with retort;
Where troubled and helpless don't cower in fright,
Where the hearts and the minds of the world can unite.
So you set on a journey to seek out this land,
With compass and map and a vision so grand;
To find peace and comfort in a world that's so new,
Where waters are crystal and skies are so blue.
With showers that cleanse and winds that refresh,
Where the spirit is fed along with the flesh;
But search as you may, what you'll find to be true,
That it cannot be found, until it's found within you [and me].