I've wasted a lifetime Pursuing an image that did not exist Except in my own mind Except in my own dream. My life has convinced me That happines never can really be found Until you remember The voice of your own heart. It's all on the inside To say you can find it elsewhere Would be wrong. It's all on the inside Each soul has its song. It was here all along On the inside. It cannot be captured On canvas it cannot be Carved into stone. No art can sustain it Believe me I've tried. It always eludes you No matter what strategem You may devise. It's no destination A compass can find. There's only love on the inside No counterfeit no need for it. A perfect place for your heart to hide No danger near nothing to fear. Life's hurricane can't reach within