I am no where to be found
I do not nor will ever make a sound
Funny how the sun dies everynight for the moon
How I wish i would find someone like that soon
I am not so much of deep words
Just a little risky like the birds
Oh how they fly way up high
To the moon,yes beyond the sky
I wake up to this everyday
Remembering the month of May
Yes I get this
I am delusional in love
Hoping,one day--
Someday---
This day--
I could find my way.