There must be a place,
Where I belong,
Somewhere other then where I am.

There must be a song,
That is me through and through,
A song that lets me feel alive.

There must be a time ,
When I get what I want,
A time that is all my own.

There must be a guy,
Who will know me in and out,
Who will love me just the same.

There must be a home,
Where I can sleep in peace,
A home where I am safe.

There must be a face,
That I know as my own,
A face that I’ll enjoy.

There must be a poem,
That describes the way I am,
On a paper made of stone.

There must be a place,
Where I belong,
Somewhere other than where I am.

There must be a feeling,
That describes how I feel,
A feeling expressed in this poem.

There must be something,
Something I can do.
Something that will show them what I am.
Something that I want to be.
Oh, there must be…