Oh, how Tarzan must have felt.
Out in the jungle of the wildnerness.
Away from the city and its silliness.

Able to just relax and enjoy life.
And enjoy the company of his wife.
Oh, I wanna get lost.

I wants to be like Ernest Hemingway.
Traveling along the sea enjoying the day.
I wanna get lost.

Just release the thoughts occupying my minds.
Just let nothing enter into it.
Being free to be free.
And just enjoying me.

Yeah, I wanna get lost.

Yesterday I kew my name/I had a schemes/To get my way.
But things changed/That I did not plan/Still, I didn't complain.

I accepted my defeat/Not because I was weak.
But because my decision would affect me.

I invision the consequences, of my action/And my conclusion satified my soul.

When I thought I was lost and distressed.
I realized just ,Who I Am?

I'm someone in the wildnerness just talking to God.
He touched me inside down to the bottom, of my heart.

He build me up/When I was lost he guided me to a better place.
And looked me directly in my face to see the real me.

And said, I am. Who I am?
And you,  are. Who you are?
Simply, a lovely child of God.

That's, who I be?
That's who I am?