Lost But Not All Gone
The Dear Hunter
Somewhere I was lost.
Off but not all gone.
Gave me nothing of God.
Come here mister,
take in no love,
even if it ca nvases so.
When the b lind eye never liked what the wide e ye never sees.
Here I lie the same I fell at first.
Give me anything but apathy or love and curse.
Waiting for my soul to wake and come a live again.
Can I not torment this with a canon of assisted duress.
Waiting for my soul to stir and wake, rejoice,
and come a nd alive again
