Lost

Old growth forest, reaching for the sun
Find some truth then yearn to tell someone
Hoping for a rainstorm to come again
Wash away the weight of everything
Hold on tightly as the wind begins
Birds steal your song again, then fly away

All this reaching
Never knowing why
Forest of the old ones
Hold the sky
Dance the dharma
Kiss it all goodbye
Forest of old the ones
Ready to die

Time comes down the mountain to confide
Like a river yearning for the tide
Lost in the mystery of everything
Mist rolls like a veil throughout the land
Could it be she wants to hold your hand?
Thoughts roll through your head again, like desert sand

All this reaching
Never knowing why
Rivers and the desert
Hold the sky
Dance the dharma
Kiss it all goodbye
Rivers and the desert
Ready to die



Credits
Writer(s): Cory Newman
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