I thought it was something
but it was nothing
I was sure it was teardrops
but it was raindrops
I felt something touch my hair
it was the cool breeze in the air
I knew it was passion
it was only a thought
that I had imagined
how can I stand still
when I keep getting tossed
why do I keep getting hurt
when I am not at fault
how can I find
when I don't know
what I lost
I will search until
I will seach until....