Why I’m Searching

I’ve been searching
Through a black and pink coloured cave
Trying to see my way ahead
Trying hard to be brave

But now I’ve reached some
Big old dusty dead end
and I realised way too late
Just how to be good friends

The floor there below me
Should I fall – will cut me in two
I don’t have proper balance
Have no suitable shoes

Instead I’ve got to hope
Somehow the light lasts out
Leads me to a place
Where I can sit and laze about

This’s why I’m searching
Lay upon the grass – watch the clouds drift by
With you my pretty baby
Right there by my side

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