Me

Someday these tired feet,

Would look for the way home,

Looking for a way to meet,

The person they were before.

Someday these tired wings,

Would look for their nest,

And get their heart to sing,

Which had fallen silent since they left.

Someday these tired dreams,

Would look for hope,

Coming apart at the seams,

And yet wishing to be true.

Someday my tired being,

Would search for the real me,

One full of life,

And cherished hopes and dreams.