Maybe lost things find a way of coming back to you or maybe they don’t. Maybe the people you love live inside of you and that is how you remember them. That is how you keep loving them. Until then, try to stop lamenting the ones that leave. Sometimes they’ll turn up at your door five years later saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I missed you” and you’ll find that yes, the lost do come back, and if they don’t, well, maybe they weren’t ever yours to begin with. To me she was like the wind, and I was the leaves on the trees Awaiting her arrival was what I longed for, just to feel the breeze And I close my eyes to fight back the tears I don’t know how to unremember all the years And I would not ask her to be vulnerable with no intentions of protecting her She had my quality of attention with no room for neglecting her And a tear falls that I could not hold back I wipe it away before anyone notices and it leaves a track So I do my best impression and try to display strength and I stand And I stand like a protest, I’m the unmovable man And it feels like I’ve grown a wishbone where my backbone ought to be Man I wish I was shallow and did not love so deeply I’m strongly drawn to both the giver and a receiver But it’s a day and time where they are neither Just seem to be a taker All they do is take And I’m at the brink where I’m about to break And to be honest I’m breaking at this very moment Just seems whatever I do I find not enough enjoyment And I pray like a CD stuck on repeat Yet I’m losing faith of my true beliefs And this is an internal battle that I can’t seem to win So I give up on the fight before it even begins And to me she was like the wind and I was the leaves on the trees And I awaited her arrival, just to feel the breeze But there is no breeze, just a sky full of rain As I fight to conceal the tears and the pain. Maybe lost things find a way of coming back to you or maybe they don’t…..