Wandering Lost

Hope in its thinnest lines

It is holding out or just waiting

And I can't help but to think that there must be

There is something for me, something unforeseen

We're all wondering lost

We all change our minds

And it all is letting go of

All that's said and gone, feels so easy when we should

Feels like letting go

As we die slow

Calling out for you, inside my own

My own minds eye

Calling out for you, inside my own

My own minds eye

We're all wondering lost

We all change our minds

It is how it goes