Looking for your way out. Screaming help, even when there is no-one there. Crying tears of pain and worries that you will never find your way out. Your lost.
Out running the wind. Breathing hard. Going every which way. You soon figure out every that you go is a way that you have already went. Your lost.
Searching for your way out, wondering where you are. Even though it seems your going in circles, you speed up-at least you still have hope even though- Your lost.
Thinking you'll never find your way out. When suddenly you see the path the you have come down. Do you dare go down it at the risk of getting more lost? You walk down that path the same way you had walked into it. Your lost.
