The Search

Walking through a dream
as twisted and corrupt as a
broken heart, searching for you.

With a map in one hand
a picture in the other
and a bit of hope in my heart,
searching,
for a shadow, a movement,
searching for you.

It seems I've forgotten your face,
it seems I'm losing many things-
in this place,
the search may appear pointless
but deep down I know I'll find you,
with a map in one hand
a picture in the other
and a bit of hope in my heart,
searching,
for a shadow, a movement,
searching for you.