What is it you seek,
You really, really seek?
What is it you crave,
You really, really crave?
What will stop you search,
Over tops of hills and valley,
Is it love,
is it peace,
Is it understanding,
Is it wisdom,
Is it knowledge,
Is it bliss,
Is it contentment,
Is it acceptance,
Tell me please, dear Tully.
Are there horses of fear,
In your inner stables
That need a taming?
Little children within you,
That needs nurturing?
Why is it your restless soul,
Have yet to find a place?
A spot to rest your weary wings,
A place to rest and heal,
A place you can call home.
An abode thats very real.
