Waiting to be Found
With each passing sound , With every turning around, With every fall to the ground, Someone is waiting to be found. In this journey called life Everyone's swimming and running and gasping Nobody's tiring and sitting in a strike He is a- waiting and she is a-waiting In this journey called life Twisting and turning and bouncing around Everyone's waiting just to be found Drowning in sorrow or flying with glory She is a-waiting and he is a-waiting As in a rundown story, Wishing and groaning and laughing and shouting In this journey of life There is a someone waiting to be loved, With each passing sound , With every fall to the ground Someone is a-waiting to be found. In this journey called life With all to lose and all to gain I'm only waiting, To someday be found, To someday be found.