What became of the bubbling brook that was once the laughter of my lips and the tickling humor I always had and the sassy way I would swing my hips Where did I go I cannot be lost in my nitingale dreams for it has been ages since I've slept it seems I'm no longer singing in the rains or flying in planes to meet my knight in shining armour; although he waits for me patiently for even he can see that I've simply lost myself in grief It would be so much easier to reprieve but he's steadfast by my side waiting for this phase to subside But I'm lost and nobody is able to find me