I see myself running,
towards the mountains.
I hear the wolves howling,
under the moonlit waters.
There I sat,
wondering when my turn will come?
wondering when someone will come and find this lost soul.
The green Hills and the Valley low,
The flowers bloom and the bees hunt for honey.
oh, when will He find me?
Will it be today?
Will it be tomorrow ?
Will it be never?
I just wonder.
My mind wrapped up in thoughts and my heart wrapped up with his lost voice,
I hear him in the absent mist.
I just wonder if he hears my lost soul singing.