Lyric

In the lost-and-found, I found

A recorder with no owner

Singing hollow words of virtue

A song so neat, yet meaningless

I spit in disdain

Yet hold it tight, never giving it back

I speak just to speak

Bragging of acquaintances

Listing strengths and weaknesses

But my voice stays dull, barely a whisper

The stranger that I am

Forges evidence of myself

Protecting what I hold dear

From afar, silently watching

Today again

I search through the lost-and-found

Among all these things

Maybe I am the lost one

Still looking for my meaning

Because I need to know

Every trinket, every note

Holds a story I can’t hold

Every echo from the past

Leaves me grasping, reaching, wanting more

Today again

I search through the lost-and-found

Among all these things

Maybe I am the lost one

Still looking for my meaning

Because I need to know

Maybe someday I’ll see

Why I cling to what’s unseen

Until then I’ll keep searching

Among the lost, I find myself