I want to believe I look around No soul, no heart A big crowd around No thoughts, no lives. I want to believe In what has not come I want to believe In the thoughts of the noise The Sun has not yet Laid in its throne But, even in the light The dark pledges its might And I look around And I want to believe In the lost ones, who Seem to think I’m lost. It’s not night yet But it’s pretty dark I look around I want to believe. March 27, 2008