Funny how we lose ourselves
Chasing between who we are
And who we want to be
Losing touch with what we love
Forgetting the favour in what we have
Then we reminisce
And get caught in the struggle
Between re-emerging and reimagining
Our present rediscovery
Then we fight with the image
Of past patterns and present habits
Merging into a being to love and hate
In equal measure
Caught up in the past and present
trudging towards the future
See
I am out here, frozen
Shivering, whimpering, whispering
Asking for a little warmth
Afraid to step in
See
I have been burned before
The scars are still sore
The pain fresh where it tore
My heart from its door
See
I really want to belong
I really hope it won’t be long
Before I start to feel strong
And… God I hope I am not wrong
See
I am a lad that needs convincing
You are a lass that needs persuading
Both our hearts are a little fleeting
But both require healing
