Lost
Bowvayne - Molten
Just as seeds are scattered in the wind,
Never to see their loved ones again.
Just as weeds are uprooted and cut down,
I was torn from my natural surround.
Trying to find my way home again,
But always on my own again.
Always against the wind,
More sinned against than I’ve sinned – oh yeah…
So this seed was blown across the sea,
Never to see its own tree again.
Like a weed that falls on fallow ground,
I have waited a lifetime to be found.
And if I make my way home at last,
Would I be again outcast?
Always the singer – not the song,
Where I’m the writer – not the wrong – oh yeah…
Just as seeds are scattered in the wind,
Never to see their loved ones again.
Just as weeds are uprooted and cut down,
I was torn from my natural surround.
Trying to find my way home again,
But always on my own again.
Always against the wind,
More sinned against than I’ve sinned – oh yeah…oh
yeah.
(WAIL)
Oh, son, oh my son,
I’m so sorry for what I have done.
From my world you have gone.
From my world you have gone.
© Gold Fountain Music 2008
