When Will It Be Alright?

When will it be alright?
How will I know?

Will you tell me?

Or will the sun?

Or maybe the night sky?

When will it be alright?

Will I learn it in a dream?

Will I hear it in the wind?

Or in a neighbor's laugh?

Or from the scent of a flower?

When will it be alright?

Will I find it in a smile?

Will it be splashing in a waterfall?

Or maybe sung as a lullaby?

When will it be alright?

Is it just around the corner?

Is it in front of me now?

Will I know it when I see it?

When will it be alright?

Will it be wrapped in a package?

Will it come in a letter?

Will it be addressed to whom it may concern?

When will it be alright?

Will it arrive with a knock on the door?

Will it climb in through a window?

Will it be seated at the table?

When will it be alright?

I believe I already have the answer

It has been residing inside me all along.
I just have to discover its hiding place.