Sometimes I wait for the telephone to ring,
A wanting for a voice that does not sing.
Sometimes I dream about and sometimes I cry,
Love and peace are held deep Inside, understand.
Sometimes I feel that I have to go away, I stay,
So many things to do as I work and play, listen.
Sometimes I'm a very tired and complicated soul,
I'll keep on pushing till the day grows old.
Sometimes I battle the Invisible fight, my fight,
Something to prove as my time gets closer to the light.
Sometimes I search for an Imagined hope of love,
Can not find that which does not wish to be found.
Sometimes I think that I am not seen by many eyes,
Perhaps at times my mind Is closed and It Is I that am blind.
Sometimes I wonder If the world does not need me,
As I discover a wanting for more that It holds.