Has My Fire Really Gone Out?

And when I open my eyes — will it then be morning?
First rays of summer sun — coming down and shining
And if I open my heart and say all that you would want
Hope faith and all I believe will be there to greet me
And if I open my head remember all that I said
Hey baby what will you find — coming down to meet you?
A lot of words but no one talking
I don’t want no part of that
Something real is what I’m seeking
One clear voice in the wilderness