a port in a storm
when I'm alone in my room and then I stare at the wall
in the back of my mind I hear my concious call
telling me I need a girl whose as sweet as a dove
for then I know what I needed was love
when I looked deep into her eyes I could see a future
filled up with hope for a better tomorrow amidst the sadness and sorrow
love is the truest essence of my mere existence
although the light inside is very dim
I know a true way where I could begin over once again
shiney faces flirting traces with midnight places
each of us is a work in progress some out of the darkness
this much I must confess
let him take residence
a chance to take part in the dance
on giving love another chance
it isn't anything fake call it fate in the process that holds
just like glue all things new bitten off far more then we could ever chew
the human heart is an opened door willing to be explored
we must think right thoughts to stay on top
the day narrows right in
where do I even begin
the cost for freedom
in letting him in
changing me from the inside yet we run away and hide
a challenge to be free is a quest of time
do you all remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime
in time special places flirting faces masked in spaces
living the ultimate dream you all know what I mean
inside we hide behind four wheels that seal
yet you persist it being no big deal
playing second fiddle getting caught in the middle
this is the last line of the riddle