To be found
Summer's gone and it's cold outside
Winter's long and it's cold inside too
I can't see the sun and I can't remember warm
been a long time in the shade
My heart broken with a crushing wound
inflicted by my own heel
brought about by instability, imbalance, insecurity
self-doubt and no power to control
The gray clouds hang on my soul
I am shivering with the cold
the anxiety swells within me as I wonder
if I am alone
From this pit I cry wounded and in pain
alone in my soul I am in despair
I cry out to who I know not
faithless I want to be spared
I know not what I know not
I can't seek with blind eyes
I feel the cold of loneliness around me
Lost. I want to be found
© 2005 BY W. GARY FORRESTER
