Nowhere To Be Found
From my pen the ink will flow
The desperate search for myself to know
The one beneath the outer words
A voice so quiet almost never heard
Too soft to break the silence
Memories of the faintest echo
Where have I gone
Where are the dreams for which I long
Dissolved, I dissolved
Slowly... a fragment here
A piece over there
Bit by bit I lost my resolve
Thank you all for breaking my soul
I thought the journey was to become whole
I was more than I am now
What was once free, now bound
I beg and I plead, I’m on my knees
But I’m nowhere to be found
From my pen the ink will flow
The desperate search for myself to know
The one beneath the outer words
A voice so quiet almost never heard
Too soft to break the silence
Memories of the faintest echo
Where have I gone
Where are the dreams for which I long
Dissolved, I dissolved
Slowly... a fragment here
A piece over there
Bit by bit I lost my resolve
Thank you all for breaking my soul
I thought the journey was to become whole
I was more than I am now
What was once free, now bound
I beg and I plead, I’m on my knees
But I’m nowhere to be found
- Jane Burd April 2010