Somewhere on this line of mine,
A torch illuminates my seams inside.

Somewhere on this lot of mine,
Imprisoned prints release their sigh.

Somewhere on this isle of mine,
Shores beckon whose worth a dine.

Somewhere on this enclave of mine,
Ruptures of bickering blasphem the night.

Somewhere along this divide of mine,
Voices of contempt still speak a lie.

Somewhere in this hand of mine,
Lies the answers to a dream's life.

Somewhere in this heart of mine,
is the only place I wish to find.