search

The search seem long but hard

Song,as the charm,bum like the thump.

The search fell cold at one point.

I did,t know which way to turn.

The search I year

The control that I was concern

The search grew mild as i put my hands by my side.

I sigh ! !

The search grew wild as and the rocks where hard to climb 

The tales begin to unwind.

The search seems claim at times, but the effects of the heart, soul and mind

Would decline.

The search can get better even though storming weather

When once you are not with me it makes the search even sadder

Maybe i will find some help.

For my search is sometimes without thought.

As the flames raging in furry as she hurry though the jury.

My search seem to follow a path of repeat,but the soul believes

The power of the great one who stills lives today.

He knows my search.

He knows my way..

And soon everything will be okay