Searching for me

Somewhere in the misty morn,

Lies the answer to my dreams; 

In the silence of the waking dawn,

Vague images are seen.

The haze upon the mountain lifts,

Like the clouds before my eyes;

And the dew that once the treetops kissed,

Dries as tears that have been cried.

But here am I, searching for me,

Drifting on the summer breeze;

Lost on some strange sea.

Born with each new ray of light,

Are hopes that have begun;

As warmth upon the summer breeze,

Into life they bring the sun.

Where does the  bluebird go at night?

Why do rainbows follow rain?

Why does laughter come with happiness?

And crying with the pain?

Here am I, searching for me,

Drifting on the summer breeze;

Lost on some strange sea.

Who holds the answers that I seek,

Where do I go from here;

Why must the nights be, oh so long/ 

What is this thing I fear?

Is there someone there for me? 

Or must I walk alone?

Where did my sunshine disappear?

And when will it come home?

Here and am I, Searching for me,

Drifting on the summer breeze;

Lost on some strange sea.