One Thing

if today i wander, and find myself

far from this home to which I cling

I'd give tomorrow a fighting chance,

granted just one thing

stranded somewhere far away,

cast into the dark unknown,

i'd need to have my music-

the most important thing I own

i don't sing or dance or play or write,

but there is something about a song

that can hold me up or tear me down

or remind me i belong

it's so abstract, yet tangible-

an idea that i can see;

i feel it in my heart and soul

flowing deep inside of me

it's in my head and all around 

connecting me to perfect strangers, 

and when i'm struggling with my thoughts

it will wash away the dangers

music is all that i'll ever need

to venture and to strive

as long as i've got rhythmic noise,

i'll always feel alive