Losing Sight of my Dreams

I'm lost....won't you help me find my way?
It seems like a struggle each and every day.

Like Dorothy, spun from her humble abode,
Traveling down the yellow brick road.

Yesterday's gone...over...done.
Will my tomorrow ever come?

Always searching, reaching, trying...
Each embrace leaves me wounded, and crying.

Memories linger around every turn,
Tossing them to my desire, they burn.

Flames arise, as if to the sky,
Just to fade as the hours creep by.

I am lost...won't you help me find my way?
It's a constant battle every day.