MISSING PERSON
(MICHAEL W. SMITH)
Another question in me,
One for the powers that be.
Its got me thrown and so I put on my poker face,
And try to figure it out,
This undeniable doubt,
A common occurrence...
Feeling so out of place.
Guarded and cynical now,
Can't help but wondering how,
My heart evolved into the rock beating inside of me...
So I reel;
Such a stoic ordeal...
Where's that feeling that I don't feel?
There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain,
And Iike a child he would believe without a reason.
Without a trace he disappeared into the void and
I've been searching for that missing person...
Under a lavender moon,
So many thoughts consume me.
What dimmed the glowing light that once burned so bright in me?
Is this a radical phase,
A problematical age,
That keeps me running from all that I used to be?
Is there a way to return,
Is there a way to unlearn,
This carnal knowledge that's chipping away at my soul?
I've been gone too long.
Will I ever find my way home?
There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain,
And Iike a child he would believe without a reason.
Without a trace he disappeared into the void and
I've been searching for that missing person...
He used to want to try to walk the straight and narrow.
He had a fire and he could feel it in the marrow,
It's been a long time and I haven't seen him lately though;
I've been searching for that missing person...
For that missing person...
For that missing person...
There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain,
And Iike a child he would believe without a reason.
Without a trace he disappeared into the void and
I've been searching for that missing person...
He used to want to try to walk the straight and narrow.
He had a fire and he could feel it in the marrow,
It's been a long time and I haven't seen him lately though;
I've been searching for that missing person...
Where are you?
Where are you?