I do not want to write anymore of my pain br I have shed the blood of my heart for much too long br And still, there is more br I am seeking, every moment that I breathe br For the magic connection with another like me br Another who's eyes look inward br Another who has stood so alone against the inner storm br I have sought, found and lost that one in a thousand ways br I have come to this place to collect my dreams br I scattered them here once and they ran from me br I have been afraid to seek them out br To find them small and hollow br Not as I remembered br Although the nights become so long now br And I can not quiet the maniac in my head br This one morning in Maine may restore me br I feel inspired now to create a new dream br To search for the lost among the missing br br I will write today for you, a love song for the forgottenbr br Gainor Ventresco Laneybr br