Lost

Tomorrow when you wake up,

You won't find me near,

Will you then call out my name?

Or just forget me dear?

Tomorrow when you wake up,

The sun will shine high,

The birds singing merrily,

Look how far away they fly.

The warm breeze will embrace you,

Caressing your long hair,

You won't miss me then,

But will that be fair?

I am not a writer,

Nor am I a poet,

And in utter despair,

Look how I have become quite.

Tomorrow when you wake up,

And if you really don't see me near,

Please try to find me,

'Cause I will be waiting for you somewhere, my dear !!!