I've turned many stones in years gone by
Looking for something, not knowing what
Bent many blades of grass wandering meadows and fields
I was looking for something, not knowing what
I've watched clouds and stars fleet the sky
Looking for something, not knowing what
Rivers and Streams flowed beside my feet
I was looking for something, not knowing what
I caused pain and hurt, I nearly died
Looking for something, I know not what
I laughed a laugh, and tears I cried
Looking for something, I know not what
I lived and I loved
Looking for something, I know not what
I was pushed and I left
Still looking for something, I know not what
I stood by a church in the cold
Looking for something, not knowing what
She walked towards me, and then took hold
Will I keep searching …
… Certainly NOT
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