Lost Pieces

Hold my hand and take me to the places

Where I can find my own pieces.

Pieces that are lost,

In the songs, I hummed all night,

In the music to which I danced,

In the tears shed over the old movie,

In the strIngs of the guitar that is left untouched for years,

In the arms of the pal who is no longer a pal,

In the dog eared pages of the book, I read several times,

In the darkness of the cold night, I spent sulkIng In my sorrows,

Just hold my hands and take me to the places

Where I can find my own pieces.