Sessions

Tossing down the way I frown The light is the same from my point of view And I'm losing touch with the way I was But feel more like the way I must It's never lost and seldom found I lean into you like a frightened sage I can't explain those feelings too If lonely and some true Is what I muster through Then can I get to new? I have to tell you, I have to show I must have held you to then feel broached I can't explain those feelings too