David Wimbish Lost And Found
Someday, I will find myself again
All my branches have died, it seems, to the winter's wind
I need the spring to come and pierce the clouds, remind the sun of why it used to love this land
Have I got scales on my eyes, or are they the natural lens?
It's hard to say that we're right when we're running with the wind
I met the devil in my mind, he looked like a saint with love that binds instead of coming in
But somedays when I forget I am me, I feel this greater spirit moving through the streets
And everyone looks just as lost and found, and loved, and known as I'd ever hope to be
Now my brother's upset that I got the ring and robe
But I'd just as soon be a slave than a king running down that road
I'm coming home, and won't do it alone
But somedays when I forget I am me, I feel this greater spirit moving through the streets
And everyone looks just as lost and found, and loved, and known as I'd ever hope to be
Oh, someday I will find myself again
But until that time, I guess I will just pretend
