I am lost today, it is sad to say. I don't know where I went.

Maybe deep inside with the changing tide.

With the ebb and flow of tears, I have cried.

This is a bad place to be, no one here but me.

It is like standing on a ledge, and falling off the edge.

Waiting for a gust of wind, to wash away the pain.

Peace will come to those that wait, not to those that hesitate.

I wait alone for my day of peace; I know that then the pain will cease.

It is not my choice to stay or go; I must wait for my special wind to blow.

And blow it will, when the time is right. By light of day or dark of night.

I will wait for the day; I am lost no more. My heart will take flight and forever soar.