In that moment when what’s lost is found,
What will you do when that moment comes around?
Will you swim or drowned?
Will you let your heart soar or keep it bound?
Will you walk or run?
Choose rain or sun?
Will you hold it like a grudge, or forgive what’s been done?
Think your always right?
Or realize some else just might?
Take a step back,
We’re not off track,
Yeh we gotta try,
Cuz this is too young too die,
So what will you do, when the lost get found?
Just look around and see who stuck around…