Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Rhythm Home

Being lost in the wind
Drifting and not knowing
The way that you travel aimlessly
Hoping to find the warmth in a rhythm

Is it there
Is it lost in the wind
Is it real or is it me
Can it be possible I found
My own rhythm home

Rain is falling as I get lost
flowing down the hill
It feeds the growing pain
The fear that the rhythm is gone

Is it there
Is it lost in the wind
Is it real or is it me
Can it be possible I found
My own rhythm home

The clouds cover up hope
Pushing the lost further away
Trying to find the stars
That can lead the rhythm

Is it there
Is it lost in the wind
Is it real or is it me
Can it be possible I found
My own rhythm home

I'm not really sure
If it's real or a dream
But for me the rhythm home
Beats in you

5 comments:

Bela said...

This is so beautiful Adam.

Adam said...

thanks a bunch =) ill keep on writing =D

Andrew said...

Nice Job. I enjoyed it.

Adam said...

gratias senor hunt

Bela said...

I was just thinking...this could make a really good country song! Or country/rock. You know, like "Into The Night", by Santana.