Land of Love

I live in a box with a lock on a mound of stone.
I talk to a box and I knock, but there's no one home.

Lose myself in a haze,
As I watch people walking through space,
Reaching, searching to belong,
Knowing only that something is wrong.

There's a Land of Love,
I'm dreaming –

I dream of a
Land of Love.
Of living in a
Land of Love.

I'm seeking a smile for a while in my perfect world.
I'm leaving behind in my mind every care and hurt.

Life is kind and I belong
And I find that nothing is wrong.
I find diamonds in the dirt,
I find answers in places that hurt.

There's a Land of Love,
I'm dreaming –

I dream of a
Land of Love.
Of living in a
Land of Love.

©  2001  Joe Ford – Ingrid Heldt