Where did you go, yes you,
The one who called me here.
You gave me a voice of thought,
A place to rest, a time to chat,
A time to catch my dreams.
They were lost and now I have found them,
They have risen again from the depth of my mind.
How is that? You, the one who calls me here,
The unrest of our ever rounding quest.
You called me here, from around the bend,
Behind the pictures and the news of our time,
How is it, that I find myself here?
Once again, the dreams arising from my mind.
Hope, aspiration, love cast this heart three ways,
Oh do behave, how do I find myself in this place?
Behind the dreams, I see, now I have a resting place.
A place full of people the same as me, watching from afar,
As I come to life like that of the falling stars.
I find myself dreaming once again,
Maybe one day, I will find these words,
Upon your heart, reader dear,
You will never part.
