One time you left Me

And said you would

Help Me to find you

If I could.

You didn’t know Me

Very well then.

How many leave Me here,

But you went on, friend.


It’s not those,

Though it would seem,

Who rely on Me

To find them,

Though all in Me

Have been sought and

Found by Me,

It’s those who seek

As for their very life

Who find, scratching, clawing

Through ends and strife