Spiritual Search

A chameleon changes colors to adapt to its environment,
this was my sentence, time wasted, time spent.

Because with all these people I have to be,
Somewhere along the line I forgot how to be me.

I often ask myself and wonder why,
but I do know I am a child of him most high.

I forgot which of my many colors I would like to be,
I just prey, Oh Lord hear me plea.

For I am a lost person, a lost little lamb,
because for the first time I don't know who I am.