26 August 2012
In the valley of despair she lost her soul and ripped her hair.
She cried for years, fifteen in fact. Incredibly, she was still intact.
One day in the bath she made it flood. Partly tears and partly blood.
She hoisted the sails and sailed away. Looking for a brighter day.
A distant land she reached you see. Unknown to you, unknown to me.
When she arrived she saw a man so fair. With a big white smile and golden hair.
At first she didn't fancy him at all. He was to friendly and a bit to tall.
One night he taught her how to dance. She didn't stand a chance.
That starlit night, she lost the fight. He won her heart. Part after part.
She cried no longer. She was now a great deal stronger.
This man played a major role. In the finding of her soul.
Lost And Found • Opuss № I