i once, was lost, but now, am found, adrift, dead to the world, given up, without hope, without dreams, without belief, without strength and direction, without purpose, without, just plain without, within, and found again, with help, through help, help itself, and found, and understood, and with understanding, a smile, a quick and dirty laugh, a comprehension, and a giving, a place i haven't been to, been at, for a very long time, almost unfamiliar, foreign, abstract and confusing, but it's home, it's home sweet home, and i wonder why i ever left, why i ever stopped believing, because i started listening, and the reed bends in the wind, the willow tree weeps softly by the river, and songs, and movies, instead of inifinite sadness and jest, draw forth hope eternal, springs, that yes, it is true, that there can be true, that the one true love will make the time, and not have to be at the right time.