Wandering Lost

Hope in its thinnest lines It is holding out or just waiting And I can’t help but to think that there must be There is something for me Something unforeseen We’re all wondering lost We all change our minds And it all is letting go of All that’s said and gone Feels so easy when we should Feels like letting go As we die slow Calling out for you Inside my own My own minds eye Calling out for you Inside my own My own minds eye We’re all wondering lost We all change our minds It is how it goes