sometimes they come from deep inside.

I think I have forgotten something -
something of value, something of peace
something of the voice that echoes
along the distant waves, along the coast
along the shore where my heart meets the sea

The fog rolls in, oh have mercy on me
shine your light down upon my cloudy vision
show me what it is I need to know
to push like wind against this hypocrisy
against this illusion, this masquerade ball
where the dancers dance entranced
by their own vanity

Yes, indeed, I have forgotten something
I have forgotten to say thankyou
for this day, for these tears, for this heart
which beats slightly off beat to the music
of what really matters, to the stars whose voices
are always full of grace.