I Was Lost Now I’m Found
I chased the soccer ball as a child
My mind only set on scoring a goal,
Our mothers continued talking among themselves.
Wondering aloud how they could be able to pay all the bills.
But none of this ever crossed my young mind,
All I heard were the screams of more kids
Asking to pass them the ball to keep running around.
We kept running and screaming as our lives felt just fine.
Time do change, life gets more complex, it’s complicated
And now I find myself wondering in my head
Perhaps the same way my mother did back in the day
What will the future look like?
But from time to time I catch a glimpse of myself
In the mirror of life looking back at me
From within the stories of others.
I see the memories of the person I am
And so I continue to help anyone that crosses my path
Because for every that I help,
I keep finding yet another piece of my heart.
It’s not the same as chasing a ball, nor as fun.
I love to help others because for a moment I thought I was lost
But now I am found.
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