Dear Love,
I was lost but now Im found,
But Im still blind and can not see,
Without you I would lose my way,
I need you to get through my day.

With every kiss I give and take,
I only hope your love for me isn’t fake,
Cause when Im with you my locked heart is yours,
And you have the key that opens the doors.

You build me up so don’t put me down,
Those deep dark blue eyes pick me up off the ground,
I can’t wait to sleep cause ill dream of you tonight,
And then think of you tomorrow til that day turns to night.

But as the sun rises I only hope,
That the breath you share with me doesn’t burn like a rope,
You’re asking me if our love will grow,
That’s for us to find out and only god to know.

Sincerely,
The one who cares.

People in life want to have peace and freedom,
But no one in life can make things full of glee.
There are people in life with eyes of coal,
All sad and depressed, all just lost in a pit.
In these deep dark moments, all down in the dumps,
You make brand new friends with every lost soul.

When you’re down in the dumps you got to be smart,
Even though you make friends, things still fall apart.
I never fall in; I just seem to jump,
I play cards, listen to songs, and think about life’s flaws,
Write music, play songs, sleep, eat, and sleep.
And everyone believes that I’m the King of the Dumps.

I’ve been here so long that there’s no longer a way out,
I write so many songs that I’m beginning to lose count.
People I know talk to me about there good news and bad,
I’m a good listener but got no one to talk to,
When it comes to my problems I’m stuck in a slump.
Even though I didn’t ask to be, I’m the King of the Dumps

When I’m bored and confused and have no where to go,
I sit down and think til my emotions just flow,
Seems that I wonder to places even God doesn’t know.

And when I listen to music I am up in the sky,
Music to me is like drugs to some guy.
It takes me to where I can be me,
I am wondering in this place where I am set free.

Although I am gone in this place with no cost,
Not all people who wonder are lost.

There’s things in this world that seem a little too real,
Life is boring and fast, no time for you to feel,
Love comes and goes like a well-broken deal.

But as I listen to music I am up in the sky,
Music to me is like drugs to some guy.
It takes me to where I can be me,
I am wondering in this place where I am set free.

Although I am gone in this place with no cost,
Not all people who wonder are lost.

I was on my way just seeking a purpose,
When I saw a young boy ‘bout the age of three.
With short brown hair and eyes that seemed to glow,
He was playing innocent with only love to show.

I'm no longer able to see that brown-hair boy of three,
But in the reflection of my mind I see a three-year-old me.
With no problems, and no worries; just my head in the clouds,
I ran around happy because i knew i was free.

Look at me now, all those years gone to waste,
With these problems, and these worries, clouds darkened with haste.
The three-year-old me is inside me somewhere,
But he is lost and confused and i do not know where.

I've made a new friend and she’s never gonna leave,
As listen to her sing, I am off flying free.
Cause when I listen to music, I can again see,
Oh, It frees my three-year-old me…

One lucky day I met a special girl,
If had only known she would patch me up inside.
I could tell by the way she looked at me,
She thought i was the one, but life often lies.

I had only just met her,
Wasn’t sure what to think.
I said not to worry, it would be okay,
I only had to stop and reconsider.

I now know the question,
That floated through her head…

What exactly is ‘okay’,
And what in life makes the world go round, What exactly is ‘okay’,
I am Lost and waiting to be Found.

A year went by and life seemed okay
I never forgot the girl I saw that day.
Those glowing eyes seeked me out once again,
So I gladly agreed not knowing the price id pay.

You waited for me so I thought it would last, But now Im just another guy in your past. I regret not doing the things I should’ve done, And now Im alone not having any fun.

They all say not to worry it will be okay,
But I still have that question,
that floats through my head…

What exactly is ‘okay’,
And what in life makes the world go round,
What exactly is ‘okay’,
I am Lost and waiting to be Found…(repeat)

I am Lost and waiting to be Found….

I wait, I Listen,
For the world is loud in its awe of day,
But its only heard best when all is silent,
And the lights go out.

I feel, I whisper,
For the wind cries out for all to hear,
But its misunderstood and left to only a mumble,
And the world sleeps.

Because I sit and wonder why the wind stays persistent,
For what it wants to share must be to us of some importance,
So then why do we bottle it up to no more than a sound,
So I opened the window,

The sound rushed in with a punch of emotion,
Enclosed the room with nothing but chatter,
The mumbles became clear and the wind became heard.

I sat and listened to the words untold,
As thoughts and actions drowned my head,
All was clear and fine in mind,
Then silence, and nothing but the peace of night.

I will not say what I heard from those spoken,
For thou may know when thou is ready to listen,

But as I am the wind, left blowing in the night,
I speak in mumbles and seem sadly mistaken,
For my words get twisted from thought to tongue,
But thou may not be heard if one doesn't open their window…

Love, for what I had yet fear.
The sound I still long to be near.
Can a kiss tell or can it ****.
The thought which makes my heart stand still.

To keep the world smiling, a job too big for one.
Yet a job not impossible to get done.
But I was that only one, or so it seemed.
So the pressure built, if you know what I mean.

A breaks what I need, yet she sits in my head.
A silhouette of a girl keeps me up in my bed.
I need to fill this blank canvas alone.
Yet I’m turning to everyone to help me see what is shown.

I listen for those drums, to show me the rhythm.
And feel for those footsteps, to guide me along.
I search for those songs, that speak a thousand words.
And write what I find, what comes out of this mind.

So the three roads ahead are now what I face.
I sit and I wait not knowing what to chase.
For I find no drums, nor footsteps, still long for a song.
Understanding for answers to what choice is not wrong.