On the Inside - Nanette Workman

I’ve wasted a lifetime

Pursuing an image that did not exist

Except in my own mind

Except in my own dream.

My life has convinced me

That happines never can really be found

Until you remember

The voice of your own heart.

It’s all on the inside

To say you can find it elsewhere

Would be wrong.

It’s all on the inside

Each soul has it’s song.

It was here all along

On the inside.

It cannot be captured

On canvas it cannot be

Carved into stone.

No art can sustain it

Believe me I’ve tried.

It always eludes you

No matter what strategem

You may devise.

It’s no destination

A compass can find.

There’s only love on the inside

No counterfeit no need for it.

A perfect place for your heart to hide

No danger near nothing to fear.

Life’s hurricane can’t reach within