Sometimes all I need, is a little reassurance
Just some sort of sign, that I’m not alone
But what can I hold on to, that isn’t in my mind?
I feel that something’s missing, but nothing’s what I find
Can you believe then understand?
With open arms yet questioned faith?
Someday I know I’ll get it right
Till then I stand by my porch light
The wise men disregard, what’s beyond the senses
The mystics have no place, in the realm of reason
Where can I find truth, that won’t fail me?
That will still my soul, and satisfy my mind?