LOST

As the deadly breeze sweeps the Earth again, as it sweeps and takes dear life away, as I hear the breeze vanishing in thin air... I'm lost. I wouldn't say that I understand, I wouldn't say that I feel the pain, I wouldn't want to be another phony in the way, Because I'm lost. It seems as if the breeze holds me down, it seems as if I'm bound, it seems I can't move towards a helping arm... I'm lost. Please understand, I ask no more than this, that I can't live, live with what keeps me tied up in knots, with hurt and as others, with all due respect, live. I don't understand how I feel, I wish I could... but I'm lost.