I believe in the power in you.

You feel insufficient to the world
Distant, cold, and sodden with uncertainty
You don't know who you are or how you belong.
It's hard to know what's right or wrong,
When everything is so sensitive and wanton.

Before you turn your back on everything--
Before you give up; feel my cold hand on yours
Turn to me and the world and your life,
Let me say, 'I believe in the power in you.'
Then all you have left to do is believe me.