• I look into the setting sun and see nothing but sorrow
    whenever i turn my face the wind blows across it reminding me how cold i am
    i want to reach out to give up
    i shivver and wrap deeper into my jacket
    depression holds me down.
    my wings lose there color and i cant help but to cry
    so please come find me
    in this empty town square where the birds echo the hole in my heart
    the rain drifts down.
    ive been running in circles and its time to face fate
    i want to reach out
    but with nothing to give, its hard
    if you never found me
    id search for you
    because the wind whispers secrets
    dieing promises of what i love.
    i want to be found
    i want to be loved
    baby just come and find me
    i want to be loved.