When Lost

In the wind I look the same as I did
a year ago when I lost control.
But inside I've moved and changed and died
and I feel new; so new.

There are times when hoping
cannot guide you home
or even where you want to go.

And we all get lost sometimes.
And we all get lost sometimes.

It waits, it hides. (it waits, it hides....)
Waiting for a loose thread to unwind. (it waits, it hides....)
Then it moves, it grows;
and I don’t know who I am,
It leads me by the hand.

Then I face the dark;
One heart; groping for a
Silver thread to lead me from this hell.

And we all get lost sometimes.
And we all get lost sometimes.

And I see life in poetry
and metaphor and movements of a symphony.
So, I will write a song like this
to calm my heart in the hopes of
Understanding it.

Because the real kinds of love will make me home.
The real kinds of love will make me home.