Searching through the ashes of the past,
searching through things that don't ever last
looking for a home in all the broken bones
looking for someone who remembers my eyes
looking for a home for the gypsy soul
before the gypsy spirit flies.

Searching the rubble of my heart,
for some hope to keep me alive
reaching out into the cold
for someone to throw me a line
hoping and broken still all alone
just waiting for the end of time.

Searching in ashes, something in the past
that says there is a reason
for all of this time spent, lost at a distance
wondering why I even exist
searching, still searching
tired of searching
all of the emptiness.