Over mountains, and under bridges
Through tunnels, and into valleys
I’m searching
For something that’s image I do not know
An object who’s touch I’ve never felt
The piece to fit the hole in my chest,
Whatever was there I don’t remember
Yet I feel it’s draw ever present
When the rain falls the call is louder
I hear it’s siren in the dead of night
I’m looking for a feeling
One that I’ve only dreamt of
To be loved so strongly...
That I forget how to hate myself