Unsettled
It might sound silly
It may be insane
But I keep praying
Just the same
With hope that is lost
I pick up and go
Only to return later
from places unknown
Longing for something
That can't be found
My mind is unsettled
So I move around
Not lost or forgotten
I always come home
I find you there waiting
I'm never alone
If you can accept me
And all that I am
Forgive me for running
Give me a chance
Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2008
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