THE SEARCH FOR SELF

The search for self

Like tales of ancient elves

The winds blow so freely

And men sigh so freely

Man searches for himself

Help him find himself

He is lost in his thoughts

Lost in his unfulfilled dreams

Lost in his former glory days

He reminds himself of the good old days

He forgets about progression

He doesn't remember the next step

The search for self

Like tales of ancient elves

The winds blow so freely

And men sigh so freely

Man searches for himself

Help him find himself

Help him to understand

That there's ever room for failure

Help him to think

Of the way forward

Help him to find

His purpose once more

The search for self

Like tales of ancient elves

The winds blow so freely

And men sigh so freely

Man searches for himself

Help him find himself

Remind him of himself

What it feels to be him

You don't have to be mean

Help him to find

His purpose once more..

Onadipe-Shalom Paul

Tokede Opeyemi

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