In silent nights, In hushed minds
I search for something
Which I never seen to find.
What is the object
What is the place
Is it happiness
Or perhaps someone?Â
I don’t know
It is a meaningless search
Which seems to haveÂ
Deeper roots of meaning etched in my mind,
Still I search for something
Which I never seem to find.
In streets , in cities
In family , in stangersÂ
In everyone I seem to be searching somethingÂ
But what it is ,I don’t know.
In city lights , in passing cars
On winding roadsÂ
And wishing stars
I search of something
Which I never seem to find.
Through valleys dark
And mountains high
I chase stars across the sky
Every night , a fire burns bright
Causing me to find something in that bright light.
Everytime result is futile.
I search of something
Which I never seem to find.
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