by josie jones

Created on: May 29, 2008

Lost
Again, lost, not knowing who I am, walking alone and wandering blind,
Feeling the wind on my face but hearing no sound,
Wanting to feel loved not lost, again. Wanting to feel me.
Who is me? Who am I now, am I good or am I bad, do I look at people with hate or love?
Am I lost or am I hiding, am I hiding from love or from pain,
Do I love to be hurt, is that who I am. I'm lost and cold,

Cold and hungry, but not hungry for food, hungry for something else, something I cannot explain.
Wanting to feel needed, wanting to feel alive, wanting to feel touched and wanting it to be mine.
Mine? What is mine? Nothing is mine, I am lost and empty, and I have no one, nothing, not a thing,
I am lost and couldn't ask for anything.
You see maybe I wanted all the things in life that should be, but I don't and I'm fine, that's just me.
Lost and alone, but not unhappy, filled with peace, free from hurt, free from the feeling of losing something good, I'm already there and its normal to me.
Lost and alone but no one to hurt me.
Lost is good, lost is free, Lost is me.
Black sky, stars looking upon me, seeing the moon shining proudly,
Why be sad, why cry, when all that god made is standing by,
Standing by for support and strength, to show that life is ours.
Who needs to feel lost when all that open space is filled with life.
Life that needs love, new life, new loves,
And new beginnings.
Lost is good, lost is free, lost is me.

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