Summers gone and I'm back alone. The warmth is gone, and I'm back to the cold. This weather takes me past, where I would want to be now. So I sing...

I need someone to adore. I just want something more than nights staring into the sky, so I write and write. Hoping that someone will jump out of these words, and that I'll have someone to embrace in my arms.

I will make someone proud, and I will make someone happy. But for now I'm laying on the couch with a pen and paper. Making words into life, holding on, holding out for that someone.

Maybe someone will know me instead of just my name. Maybe someone will come along, maybe someone will know me for who I am. That someone is out there.

I will mean something, to someone. But for now I will take care. And be another lost and found.