Mike Quick


The Lost Heart


I lost my heart, to a lost world, to lost cause
Not knowing the lost cause - of - this lost world.
But it’s not this lost world that is the cause - but the lost cause
Looking for the world without it’s lost cause -
What is the lost cause

Looking for the lost cause, to find my lost heart - find the cause
Cause was found, to this lost world - no more lost cause
To this lost world - no more lost world - to the cause
Found the cause without it’s lost
Found the world without it’s lost

Looking for my lost heart, in this world and it’s cause
Found the world but no lost heart
Found the cause but no lost heart
Found no heart and found no lost heart
To this world and it’s cause

Need the lost world and it’s lost cause
To find my lost heart

Submitted: Sunday, October 09, 2011
Edited: Monday, October 10, 2011

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