Lost like a little
child in the big huge
city that is your
very own soul.

Stumbling blindly,
trying to find your
answers that lead
you back to home.

Screaming silently
at yourself, you
realize all along
someone's been calling.

Someone's been trying,
and trying, and trying,
to catch up with you
in the snow.

Someone who loves you.
Someone who smiles,
who laughs, who cries,
with you for you.

Someone who has the map,
straight to your beating
heart. But when you
twirl around happily...

They're just not there.
They've assumed you
don't care enough to
listen, and they left.

So you cry there, lost
deep inside yourself.
Who will help you now?
Who will guide you?

Silly you. You didn't
get lost. You purposely
ran from the loving arms
that encased you.

You purposely hid from joy,
burried yourself in your
never ending sorrow.
Well...

Who will help you now?