stranded on a god-forsaken island
not knowing where to turn
surrounded by so many mysteries
that you have yet to learn
and you'll run around forever
from that monster in your mind
searching for the answers you
still know you'll never find
the day is coming soon when
you'll fall (broken) to the ground
thinking that there's no way
the lost will ever be found
when your mind is all but fading
and your gun is out of rounds
you're screaming, asking God why
the lost just cannot be found
(never thought I'd be this alone)
(never thought I'd call this home)
(someday I'll know it was all fate)
(by then I'm sure it'll be too late)
and when all hope has vanished
and you've lost your holy ground
maybe there's a chance
that the lost can still be found